Composed and consumed with past regrets
Failed to plan,
so most say I planned to fail
Trying to motivate my spirit,
but my flesh fear it
What happened to the joy bestowed from above
Destined I am to fall from glory;
Stuck living a life story of purgatory
Can you over stand my predicament
Raised in the streets with the vermin;
Moms tried to get me to listen to pop's sermon;
This is who I am, gangsta and the gentleman;
But all that emerges is the beast,
the monster,
The killer;
everything they said I'd be;
Far from the truth,
close to death I hear the reaper's steps Gaining on me;
the faster I run the closer he gets;
Missed the gift,
the present,
stuck in my own dwindled past,
the future's to far from my zone,
closer to home,
but Still all alone;
God save Your lost son;
praying for forgiveness;
but my sins I can't forget them;
Born again sinner,
late night repenter,
and all day heathen;
Moms prayers getting caught before they arrive upstairs;
So death here I am,
but when you come for me know it's not that easy…