Fame

He thought if he could afford true religion He could stop guessing To be or not to be The debate in his head has him stressing The issue is pressing Is it a curse or a blessing Waist deep in his sorrows His faith they are testing The money is beautiful The pride is infectious Threw away his soul for fame He forgot his life was precious Controlled by his inner demons Searching for his essence Drugged his common sense Wasting the knowledge his mind possesses Mama told him don't let this money become an obsession Thought he was living the life Til he came face to face with oppression He thought he had friends But they were false professing He wishes he could give all the fame back But that will remain his secret confession _Dakyria Dudley ©