BLESSED
There's something that's been on my mind
that seems like forever
as black men who are all in the same struggle
cant find what it takes to keep us together.
One day everything's ok
and u chillin with your partna
next day we making funeral arrangements
trying to figure out who shot ya
Feeling like I'm cursed out here
while praying to stay blessed
satan wants to see me at my worst
but God is building me to be my best.
They're playin football in them streets
and it's been known to be a contact sport
we use to lose and go home
these dudes lose, lie on u and testify on you in court
Life comes with some bumps and bruises
that some of us find hard to heal from
the devil might not even be chasing us
but a damaged person takes off and still runs
Take me for example
I went to prison at an early age
I had to bottle my emotions and hide my tears
which turned into anger and some pinned up rage.
I was exposed to a harsh world of survival
so I did what it took to survive
but that mentality is what took me
cause I was in prison twice before the age of 25
And now here I am today
with a past that comes back often to haunt me
I have trouble putting my life together in some areas
and stability is what it sometimes cost me
But God gives me a heart to seek him
especially during my storms
it can get overwhelming for me
but who do u think gives me these poems I perform
They come from God and Big Mama
everything I write is a true story
how I went from giving Gerson Park everything
to waking up and giving God the glory
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Only funeral I dont wanna go to is my own
cause I might not show up
but if I do have my funeral at a bar
and tell the bartender to pour up
One thing I can say tho
is that I have learned from my mistakes
and all I can do is press on
in spite of life and it's bad breaks
The devil wants to see me at my worst
but I know that God is building me to be my best
sometimes it feels like I'm cursed
but I know that I'm blessed
Prolific Poet
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mlowe5 says: Indeed you are blessed Street Gospel! God now has you on the road to the untimate of becoming free, which is not death, but the freeing of the mind. Mistakes are the results of an enslave mind; free your mind and you are! Welcome Home, my Brother. We are called to be in God's purpose, and He has given us the power of the Word of freedom. Thanks for sharing your words. Write/Preach on Street Gospel. Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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chris says: Keep knowing there's a better way, no matter what the devil say |
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