A Former Fan

I used to be a fan of bliss

Used to be a daily habit smoking on that cannibus

I used to be a fan of it

I blew it so heavly I used to just fan the piff

Mary Jane and I used to fly, I was her man to kiss

Until I realized I was in an abusive relationship

We made love on the regular, in love witht the relations grip

I was so dependent, withou realations I was known to trip

Ironically, I didn't trip when we used to bond, ionic see

Roll up the atomic, detonate, I used to bomb it G

What was I thinking?

On a family tree, afloat at sea and it was sinking

Mental Illness runs through the family, akin heredity

In addition I took the Lord's name in vain heretically

I used to sit and record by sorror poetically

Why do i do as the peasants with my pedigree?

I used to feel the heat, hot enough to make rims melt

One born again cant climb back in womb to abort himself

That's not possible, I had to stop, but I had Him help

Was wearing chains around arms and legs, even had a sin belt

If you've made a U turn from destruction you know how sin felt

Godly sorrow  will allow you to see tomorrow

God's grace will allow you to see His face

Even when you should have been locked up long ago as if placed in a safe

but rather, I'm safely placed in good grace seeking my Father's face

I may stumble but I know the Lord ties a good shoe lace.