Gods Definition of a Street
God's Definition of a Street
Is what u see when u look at me
Who use to run around yelling
that it was Gerson Park til the death of me
Big ole pistol in my pocket
1st one on the block & the last one 2 leave
Brought up in the church house
but the devil is who I chose 2 believe
Everytime I'd run to get in trouble
I'd always hear a small voice
And torn between the streets & His favor
it was hard to make a choice.
Cause I had love 4 the both of em'
but my life on this W/S was based on survival
That's why it was so easy 2 pick up my gun
and put down my bible.
I knew what love looked & felt like
cause I got it from my grandmas hugs
but I let go of her & Gods Hands
the day I fell in love with the streetlife & drugs
Believe me, I regret alot of things
Like choices I made & risks I took
straight A student in school
but went 2 the streets & became a crook.
I settled for these crumbs out here
I didn't know what the end results was gonna be
I put my life on the line for my Krown
and my comrades who wore black & green just like me.
I am a Street N*×*a
cause I've slept & cried in these streets
I'm one of those that faced death everyday
who didn't care if I died in these streets.
But God's grace is something else
kuz it measured me & broke me down to size,
and God put me in a place
where I couldn't do nothin but open my eyes.
It's called prison & I earned my way in
I was worse in there than I was on the streets
but somewhere in my journey
God's strengths and my weaknesses began 2 meet.
And if I started goin 2 church
What would the homies say about me,
I didn't know how God worked
Plus this streetlife was inbeded in me
But God always has the last say so
that's why I've chosen to surrender
Now u see the birth of a man
and the death of a gang member
The Streets built a callus
around my heart & my mind
And God had to peel me like an onion
One layer at A time.
And I'm still trying to make sense of it all today
while smokin my blunt and pouring a shot of liquor
I am who I am with no excuses
God's Definition of a Street !!!!
Prolific Poet
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Coalhouse says: Dope |
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SYQ222 says: rth of a man and the death of a gang member The Streets built a callus around my heart |
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2b2b2 says: Travel On |
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LP45 says: There's so much strength in your pen Street Gospel. "And God had to peel me like an onion One layer at A time" This spoke volumes. Thank you for sharing and welcome to the vibe! |
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God's Definition of a StreetGods Definition of a Street God's Definition of a Street Is what u see when u look at me Who use to run around yelling that it was Gerson Park til the death of me Big ole pistol in my pocket 1st one on the block & the last one 2 leave Brought up in the church house but the devil is who I chose 2 believe Everytime I'd run to get in trouble I'd always hear a small voice And torn between the streets & His favor it was hard to make a choice. Cause I had love 4 the both of em' but my life on this W/S was based on survival That's why it was so easy 2 pick up my gun and put down my bible. I knew what love looked & felt like cause I got it from my grandmas hugs but I let go of her & Gods Hands the day I fell in love with the streetlife & drugs Believe me, I regret alot of things Like choices I made & risks I took straight A student in school but went 2 the streets & became a crook. I settled for these crumbs out here I didn't know what the end resul... |