Foot soldier from a gun culture
Form of anger from beat and torture
Bleak and despair they say are my future
Skin uncertain
Built for scrutiny
Isaiah 40:29
He gives strength to the weary and increases the
Power of the weak
Barely breathing
Hardly seeing
Is my heart still beating
Gotta defeat them
There’s holes in the story
It don’t make sense
Keep my humble and wait for the evidence
While I work on my confidence
The truth don’t need no validation
But our attitude is a act of dictation
We are marked out of our own tradition
Cast out
with all this restriction
My incivility made a way for my bibliophile life
In the hope to broaden my philosophy
Revelation verse 21:4
He will wipe every tear from their eyes
There will be no more death or mourning or crying
Or pain, for the old order of things has passed away
Burden and heavy laden
Picking up a bible trying to be more biblical
While still be lyrical
Perfection is a deception
But yet we still thrive for a fraction
My individuality don’t explain my spirituality
It’s the combination of both that make up my personality
Strip me naked u will see the pain, ache, wants and needs
