Gods Myrical
Born into a life of hatred and abuse,
Growing up I was so confused.
I didn't know what I was doing with myself,
I was being the best I can be at BAD by myself.
Believe me I was really good at it too,
I could sell crack to a priest, and believe me that's true.
I could lie my self out of any situation,
Without worries or any frustration.
But than it hit me like a ton of bricks,
A voice said if I wouldn't change I would burn in hell like sticks.
If I was not to change my act in time, I would be in a cradle,
My life would be anything but perfect, it would be fatal.
I trusted that voice and begone to change,
It was like opening a new book in life, it was strange.
Now side by side with God, I have nothing to fear,
My life is white as snow and all so clear.
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