Is it true that the Spirit is like the wind? I've encountered angels in every city I've been I've met with demons, and some have tried to get in They say Jacob wrestled an angel, so was he in sin? I wrestle with God in every position I'm in He created me, but it's like I'm positioning Him And sometimes I feel like a hypocrite just mentioning Him I'm in a place I never believed I'd be in I found myself in Africa propositioning Him If you let the credit card go through, I'll let my life end To save my daughter, I had to make the Devil my friend And that's why I have nightmares about going to Hell in the end Trying to soak it up in the moment I'm in "GODS SON" tatted on my neck, three years left before I have to cash that check Soakin' up what's left, if something's left at all That's why I don't answer when people call And I tried to stop speaking God shut the door when I tried leaving I'm on the phone weeping I hate this me, this is the weak me, I'm a weakling My life isn't funny like a weak meme I tried to run away from God, but I kept falling It's hard to hang up your call when it keeps calling I got pain in my pocket I got launched like a rocket And I'm not talking CP3 Say what up when you see me You say I saved you, but you saved me Big hugs to you if you fought for me Aired it out like bad laundry For my enemies, I've been pondering How I'mma roast ya Get it? Ponderosa Never got fired Never been a pushover Call me Omarosa Run up on me, and I'll toast ya And I'm not talking about a cup Head held high when I strut Head so high, I get a rush Face so pretty that I get rushed Words so charming that I get touched Some of you call me amazing, and some say I'm a nut I had to run through roadblocks like armored trucks Karma sucks But so does karma If you don't like this poetry, blame Big Pharma I've been on Benzos and Uppers, don't mean to alarm ya Is that a burden I put on ya? Doctors pulled me up, they had me smoke a lot of ganja Blog sites, I'm on ya Itching to call out another Tonya I hate calling names, but I've never been afraid to do it I'll go toe-to-toe with anyone, I'm not afraid to lose it How can Calvinists be mad if I didn't choose this? Free will, cheap thrills, creeps kill And I just might kill myselves If I mix these pills and swallow them, would that be bad for me? Would it be a catastrophe? Some of you would cry for days, but my critics would laugh at me I pulled back the curtain, so you had to see You have apathy, I have agony I'm breaking down like atrophy I'm just dying to wake up
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