A man with an uncertified baptism. Still battling against demons with a set of rap lyrics. Forcing God’s hand, Is not an option for a man given, Many chances the minute he wakes up with a hand dipping, Into muddy waters…
But, I’m not bothered one bit. I’m a forced to be wreckoned with when I solder my spit, Along faith inside of a heart of steel no one can break the longer I sit, And, Accept silence for what it truly is…
A safe haven to escape to, And, Stay protected by all that’s divine. Blocking out every soundwave intending to drown us inside, Within noise of all kinds, Whether it’s criticism, Rejection, Or, Pure hatred for a wonderful life, Only our eyes can decide to see… A decision I’ve made for myself hoping I become all I can be… Before I die, Moving on to the next life with nothing, But, Love to surround me…
m3l0dicverse 
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