purpose
cant make mistakes in this generation cause itll ruin my reputation, dealing with
humiliation through the public eye, family lies tryna find myself in this life
a purpose to strive back stabing enimies with knifes doing more wrong than right
but but only i can change that only god can judge me, while people stick there
nose in my buisness, thinking they witnessed somthing bigger than there situations
but why cant they face it? blinded, segregated from the truth and all you seem
to read or hear is fake news, out smarted the game cause the only easy way out
is fame, but thats only a tool to change what is. not knowing our own little worlds
we live in seems to be a prison we somtimes seem to injoy a simulation maybe?
in my imagination. a creation only made to spread gospel in terrible tough situations
having faith, love, and forgivness cant we meet these expectations? but the game
was made so that it would be a raffle for fate, like a lottery ticket only a few
will make it
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