Used to hustle to be on top, til I finally realized somebody died for that spot, and it wasnt mine to have, too far away for me to grab, took nails in His hands while I was clownin on the slab, thinkin I was made for pimpin and trappin, these worldly ways so attractive, brain would still be his captive, minus Christ and His passion, Uhhh! willing slave to God, Him master, His words make our vision clear, Lens Crafters!...oh, the world cant have me, say Im acting different, Im just looking like my Daddy, Im made in His image! youtu.be/X-TPki4xjZQ
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 02:42:32 +0000
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