By CheddaB on 10/28/2014
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I was born into sin
That my baptism couldn't even wash away.
So it comes as no surprise
That I'd grow up and act this way.
Heroin fortified my blood stream,
Angel dust in my lungs,
Only lusting after money,
Out here everyday with a gun.
Model 92 Barretta Elite to be exact.
Acid to base conversions,
Turns soft powder into hard crack.
Our lord and savior can't save him,
Maybe I'm not worth being saved.
But I still pray every day
Because I'm tired of being a slave.
The realest disciple of Christ our Lord.
His words give me the strength to persevere,
Even when the impossible road I travel is so hard.
Praise be to Jesus, I'm a true disciple.
That's why I rise and fall everyday with a bible,
Because it wasn't long ago I'd rise and fall
everyday with an 8-ball and a rifle.
Mohammad taught me a man with out compassion,
Is a man without faith.
So I find it kind of odd,
All the murder carried out in the name of God.
Please Jesus help me to banish this demon.
I'm tired of the lies, tired of the drugs,
I'm tired of the Scheming.
I'm tired of the pipes, tired of the needles,
Tired of waking up screaming.
God, please don't forget me,
Jesus wasn't your only son.
I want to sit at your right hand
When the road I have travelled is done.
? By CheddaB On 10/28/2014 2:16:51 PM