It's hard figuring out tomorrow, 'cause today is so bleak
Guess I should be thankful for now, 'cause it could change in a blink
Sometimes I fall and question my desire to successfully believe
That I can become a menace to society, and set the people free
But I've jumped too far, before we win, I must fight to survive,
Cause I can't be worthy of my death if to bleed I didn't try.
You have to do this for those who hate you, it's funny how
When my King returns, you know, every knee shall bow
But until that day comes, I own nothing but my shaky faith
Cause I don't know who or what I am, now, that I'm not a slave
I feel the need to get purified until my vision is crystal clear
First we've got to get stronger, so we can help the weak
Cause only the weak feel the pain of not having wings
The Devil is born perfection, but fame destruction brings.
This is another poem by my brother!