Live my life as I tell you my story
My story that some people think is just a story
But not my actual life as it has come
A truth that hides because of pride
A crying soul of stories and pages untold
Events took place of long nights
But luckily I’m here to make my wrongs into my rights
Don’t believe a thing I say because it’s just my story
When I went through this by myself you wasn’t here to indulge in this sinful glory
Or were you?
Things I knew I wasn’t supposed to do I did
Places I wasn’t supposed to go I made priority to go
People I should have never met became some of the best friends in the most unclean way
I can’t say I’m pleased with where I’ve been but I sure don’t regret it
‘Cause hell look at me now!
So now I write my feelings and my emotion
I write my past never to rewrite my history
I share my shedded tears never again do I hide fears
Fears that trapped me and took me over
Fears that beat me so senseless until my pain became silent
Matured at age, yea that was me
Head to feet you couldn’t tell me of my unclean seat
The seat the harbored doubts and all my insecurities
The seat that made my wounds comfortable and satisfied
Judge me if you want JUDGE YA MAMA
I love my life and I’m still living it
Live yours but make sure your story never goes untold
And be clear that your past never harbors your wounded soul comfortably
Cause when the past haunts you and you have unwilling taken care of it, I just may be reading your story