Prison became a part of my story
That would start up my story
I’m talkin about my journey to glory
Not the gurney before me
Because I was the dead walkin
now I’m dying to live
I’m more for ted talkin
Reachin out and tryin to give
I was a kid lost in this world
Caught in a maze of lessons
Now I have kids caught in this world
Lost in a maze of questions
Ironic, the height of my rise
When I was brought to my knees
Iconic, the life in my eyes
When every cough and a sneeze had me nauseous and weak
My new vocational reach
Is motivational speech
Because that pain that’s in you
Is the pain that’s in me
But rain brings change and re-news
So you can shift from blame and aim at your peak
In every way you unique
Everyday is a feat
So my way is to speak
To make a way for the weak, to make a way thru their week
Mercy
I Know
I know how it feels to lose it all –
Because of a mistake or have it taken from you
To withdraw – you don’t feel any part of your heart
Not that it’s breaking, it’s just breaking from you
To feel naked, vacant, ached and displaced
When facing something or someone adjacent to you
To lose faith – but that’s satan or your own creation
Taking up space so revelations don’t make it to you.