4/19/2019
I’m too skinny to be mean,
So why do I walk with swag?
That’s not maturity, I’m so green.
They say, “Work out, you’re such a scrag.”
I should try to smile more,
A scowl doesn’t draw people.
But the outside reflects from the core,
So change is not that simple.
Jesus change my heart,
Fill me – no, overflow me!
I need all of you to start,
To erase this mood of gloomy.
I’d rather be a nice guy,
I wouldn’t have to worry.
My old image – it’s time to die.
My turn to forget my history.
I’m still worried about my image,
I thought I climbed over that!
This culture values the savage.
In Your face, they’ve spat.
I’d rather be a decent fellow,
Someone readily trusted.
I’m quiet, I don’t bellow,
This way I was made, but I’ve resisted.
I was raised to be a gentleman,
What does that mean?
Call me a madman,
Act like Christ, when not even seen.
I’m done with looking tough,
I want nothing to do with grim.
I’ll act in a way devoid of mischief,
Even if I look like a weak victim.
But going back to culture;
I don’t want to slip into the throng,
I won’t blend in and become a vulture,
Feeding off the weak, don’t make you strong.
“Speak softly and carry a big stick,”
An interesting concept.
People these days are all talk,
That they are wrong, they’d never accept.
Even when I’m hated,
By Christ, I will show humility.
It’s not that complicated,
An extension of His credibility.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 8:02 PM UTC
4/19/2019
I’m too skinny to be mean,
So why do I walk with swag?
That’s not maturity, I’m so green.
They say, “Work out, you’re such a scrag.”
I should try to smile more,
A scowl doesn’t draw people.
But the outside reflects from the core,
So change is not that simple.
Jesus change my heart,
Fill me – no, overflow me!
I need all of you to start,
To erase this mood of gloomy.
I’d rather be a nice guy,
I wouldn’t have to worry.
My old image – it’s time to die.
My turn to forget my history.
I’m still worried about my image,
I thought I climbed over that!
This culture values the savage.
In Your face, they’ve spat.
I’d rather be a decent fellow,
Someone readily trusted.
I’m quiet, I don’t bellow,
This way I was made, but I’ve resisted.
I was raised to be a gentleman,
What does that mean?
Call me a madman,
Act like Christ, when not even seen.
I’m done with looking tough,
I want nothing to do with grim.
I’ll act in a way devoid of mischief,
Even if I look like a weak victim.
But going back to culture;
I don’t want to slip into the throng,
I won’t blend in and become a vulture,
Feeding off the weak, don’t make you strong.
“Speak softly and carry a big stick,”
An interesting concept.
People these days are all talk,
That they are wrong, they’d never accept.
Even when I’m hated,
By Christ, I will show humility.
It’s not that complicated,
An extension of His credibility.
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