Sometimes I Quote The Quran And The Bible Is My Best Friend,
Sometimes I Fiend For That Feeling I Get When My Demons Are Fed,
Sometimes Am Fartherly Further From My Heavenly Father When Am Out With The Homies Customizing My Character Just To Fit In,
See For Instance, When I Tell Them I Posses Multiple Women Thats Just My Pride Speaking, Cause The Truth Is, Am Monogamous,
And That Sense Of Humor Is Just A Pretence,
See Sometimes This Elderly Heart Is Filled With Lust LIke An Elderly In Church, But Sometimes Am Infatuated By Righteousness,
Surely My Mind Races Aganst Time Utterly Functional But Barely In Touch With My Soul And Even Though The Sinner In Me Rattles Sightly Louder Or Rather Uncomfortably Comfortable, I Can Hardly Relax.
Sometimes I Blame The 400 Years Of Slavery For My Own Laxity,
And Even Worse Sometimes Am A Slave Myself, A Victim Of Vanity,
Bittersweet, Thats The Perfect Description Of What Experience Is, So I Contemplate Just To Bring Some To The Plate And As Of Late, Am Asking Myself, Is Destiny Enjoying My Presence Or Will She Be Taken Away From Me, Whats My Fate?
See, Am Weary And Sour Is The Taste But Knowing That Worry Is An Energy Waste.. Am Still Here Counting My Blessings, Counting On You Cause You Are A Blessing..