It's another chapter in a day in the life of a Bonafide son, headed for the light. Hands together while on bent knees, Father please forgive my sins and bless me with seeds that grow like freshly planted trees. Achieving nightly dreams. Teaching the truth avoiding the hook of the rope and the noose. Another page in the streets slugs let loose hot shells burn the wicked never learn the sickest are usually crooked;
but myself I strive to reach the other side crossing over and beyond the Sun, Moon, and Stars to a place called Zion
with the heart of a Lion and the blood of a slave
my road has already been paved so I travel light
unaware of what's in store for my life,
so I build skills that will keep me prepared for the undeclared.
