Growing up I was differnt from the norm
wheather is the way I talk, think or dress there was
always something wrong.
I was always told that I was too quiet, too nice, too clumsy and too navie for the real world
just because I didn't smoke that or hit that girl.
I was always misunderstood but I'm thankful that I have a savior who understands
even though I have Christ in my life I can still feel like a broken man.
No I'm not perfect by any meas just look at my biogrophy
I was a liar and my heart was filled with idolotry
trying to fill the void of living with a single mother
looking for postive male role model who will speak peace to one antoher
tired of always hearing that a man should be like these inscure thugs who hurt each
I want more that what the tv is feeding me
I want something wholesome something that can refresh me
I want something with substance something that I can keep with a memory
I want more than just someone who'll tell me when I'm right or wrong but a ture spirtual