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Dec 2014
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for you are with me
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me

I honestly grow insecure as I get older
Because even when you hot there comes a day when you get colder

Comes a day when you slower, time is taking its toll
45 on the back of the jersey upon your soul

I'm scared of letting go, I don't know what the future holds
My nightmares are having nightmares
I'm quite scared of what's right and fair

How I fear an eternity
Will I hear well done when he turn to me?

Will I hear you care too much about
All this stuff that really don't matter?

You chase the wind and you don't want it
Got to the top of a 2 foot ladder

What's after I can capture all this mess my heart was after?
Will I end up empty-handed when I stand before my master?
Did I master the mathematics of a passive disaster?

Add in my selfish ambition
All the while, subtracting what matters
I don't know

At late nights, I can't sleep
Will I fall? Will I peep?

Through the curtains, all I see, fingers pointed at me
And they watching, and they watching
And I'm wondering what they thinking and thinking bout'
At late nights, I can't sleep
Counting cash, counting sheep

In high school, we tried to act all tough
I remember a couple times, I couldn't back that up
Like when I ran from them vetoes, scuffing up my sapatos
Scared of losing my high, I was so embarrassed inside
If I could go back in time, I would stand and say something like

I ain't never scared, never scared, never scared
I'm lying, I'm scared of these thoughts in my head
I'm scared of possibly pushing people right over the ledge
When I say I pledge allegiance to the struggle

Then, I turn around and buckle
Under stress and under pressure

Bible on my dresser that can teach my pain a lesson
But I rather not address it
Address that's in depression

I'm scared if I confess it
That you gonna' look at me like I'm something less
And I'm such a mess

And it just so happen, I'm wrestling with my status
I'm trying to see me like He do, not focusing on this madness

They count on me, count me out on a count of they fear and doubts
Keep account of my wrongs, trying to keep me inside they house

Some just keep me around, I wonder what that's about
Yeah! They wanna be politically correct, I suppose
But I'm comfortable in my skin

While they just pretending they clothes
I'm scared of falling and failing
In front of all of my foes

And I feel some friends are unfaithful
So, I keep my small circle closed
I don't want no handouts or favors, no functional saviors
I'm a tell that truth till it **** me

I'm chilling with my Creator
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus to all of my haters
For the ones that think I forgot him
And the ones who won't let me say
I ain't scared no mo'

Everybody always
have  has something to say rather you like it or not
But, don't take it to heart
Lacrea
DC raw love
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DC raw love  Alexandria
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