i was a kid that half assed but im past that, the nearer truth..
i see cracked glass when i flashback to the mirrored view..
cuz the fear ensues when i think of who i used to be..
but now i refuse to be the type of person who usually -
makes an excuse with ease, says its too hot or two degrees
that doesn't scratch the surface of my view of me
i was touched by tragedy that I used to gladly see
made God the saddest pleas & moved on gradually
I was an orphan, affiliated my name with abortion
and i could never relieve the pain with endorphins..
i always fell short & that affected my worth
I struggled for meaning since they dejected my birth
good feelings aren't feathers & never cushion the ill
sometimes i wished my mother was pushing the pill
& saved me from this crazy, world that seems hazy
i cant leave my mark on the place that enslaved me
i was offered pity & given no respect by the many
how can i live up to a lifestyle they expect me to envy?
as if blessings were plenty..the truth was my savior
knowledge is the angel that helped uproot my behavior
& now im trying to make it, instead of relying on hatred
to fuel a fire while next to the log i was lying complacent..
now i can make the connection God created a blessing
my situation made me work harder instead of aiding oppression
and i trade in my lesson for my blade & my wesson..
as I add a new chapter of life to my faded collection
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