Criminal record, drug abuse. Hurting others, no reason or excuse.
Go to church? What's the point? Do another line.
Roll another joint.
A bad attitude, another tattoo. Yeah i did. What's it to u?
Reaching new lows, yet calling them highs.
Hiding the truth, dewelling on lies.
Looking over my shoulder, dealing drugs.
Abandoning family, running with thugs.
My own personal war waged as a child:
Cussed, beaten, and sexually defiled.
I loved like i could, but lived like i shouldn't.
Thinking i could even up, but really i couldn't.
Finally, i fell to my knees, let go of my pride
Then asked the Lord to heal me inside.
I thanked Him for His mercy and death on the cross.
I gave Him my all and made Him "The Boss"