i fight alone against my thoughts
i’m wrestling nightmares and dreams
i sift through shattered emotions
to find some room at God’s feet
i stare at 4 lonely walls
that haunt me with the empty feeling
that He don’t answer my prayers
why don’t the get past the ceiling?
if they make it to heaven
why won’t He send me a blessing
instead he punishes me
abundantly
for not learning lessons
that He's been trying to teach
my Grandma cried and preached
but I’m hard headed
and embedded in my love for these streets
i feed off the concrete
my appetite is destruction
call me a stone cold sinner
‘cause Mama I’m out here hustlin
i came from nothing
so I’m humble
i’ve been humiliated for years
i was baptized in the fire
and christened by my mama’s tears
so there's nothing you can tell me
the story has been told
and I don’t need
advice
or sympathy
just pray for my soul



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