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Catatonic is my clip the way it makes suckas flip;
Gymnastic flow,
poetical blow,
words colder than southpole snow
Phrases hotta than bad breath,
style phatta than battered bladders and fake breast;
Watch like clocks;
served rocks on abandoned blocks,
Sparked change,
copped chains,
stained brains;
felt the agony of pain
All for a little change;
but now my dollars makes sense;
Past years survived the pen,
I had to repent
Spent plenty nights drifting into darkness
but
God's undying Grace replaced my pain and regret
with love and joy;
Covered my heart in the blood of HIS Sun;
The covenant saved my soul;
Burned tormented flesh to replenish my garden with fruitful soil;
Sowed my seed;
now give thanks 5times daily;
for the breath that I'm blessed to breathe
Thank You LORD!
For saving a fool like me!
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