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Jul 2019
Alright look.
I know I started off as a villain, with my head stuck up in the ceiling.
Yeah I was fiending.
And under the control of demons.
Can’t lie I was a heathen.
Struggled since day one, was blue in the icu, doctors doing everything to get me breathing.
Me and momma was once on welfare, with rice being the only thing we could afford homie.
Some days I can’t lie that I was wishing every day that I would suddenly drop and die.
Because use for the longest time,
Life wasn’t worth living.
Grew up with gifts that defy all reason.
Thinking I was some demon.
Used to have faith that could split the red seas wide open.
But I grew up broken.
Clouded in anger and resentment,
That lead to unhealthy habits for coping.
Spent years wasted wallowing in my depression.
I was so suicidal man,
It’s like I was imprisoned.
Unable to process all of my emotions.
Which lead to over analyzing everything, and constantly stressing.
But too prideful for suggestions to get me out of my dismal settings.
Always second guessing.
Wondering if God created the wrong person to complete his vision.
Why was I given this mission?
Why do I have to learn these tough lessons.
For I’ve been bullied,
I’ve been beaten,
Ive been abandoned,
Betrayed and defeated.
Yet I’m still standing.
Yet I’m still breathing.
I even once Had a knife to my heart,
Believed that everything was falling apart,
Wrote a goodbye letter and everything.
But my mother helped believe that I was actually worth something.
And my pain wasn’t for nothing.
And I’m still standing.
Yeah I’m still standing.
So Throw all your stones,
It’s ok,
Break my bones,
But I won’t break.
Say what you need to say.
I’ll still pick up my cross every day.
Yeah I won’t break.
For we’re not granted another day,
So I got to make the most with what I have each day.
And at night I get on my knees and pray,
Praying for our world because it’s in such a disarray.
With chaos and confusion,
Ain’t no where a peaceful place to stay.
But that’s okay.
For the Lord never once promised that life would ever be easy.
And when my time finally comes,
I know my pain will be taken away.
For I’m still standing.
Yeah I’m still standing.
So, Throw all your stones,
It’s ok,
Break my bones,
But I won’t break.
Say what you need to say.
I’ll still pick up my cross every day.
Yeah I won’t break.
Classy J
Written by
Classy J  22/M/Medicine Hat
(22/M/Medicine Hat)   
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     Truth be told and Bogdan Dragos
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