Off the head

Thirteen years for a fucked up crime. Damn it was slot of time. Learned how to ryme. Found away to calm my fears. When I was dripping blood and shedding tears. No one to hold all those lonely years. Crying out god, swearing I grow. I wasn't bumping for show. Christ I needed to know. He took my pain and held me right. Told me I'd be alright. Now my nightmares are out of sight. I'm free from my sin. I'm bouned to win. I gave the battle to him. Only a fool would say god don't exist. It's true I insist. Too bad you missed. The miracle in the darkness.