True Story
Two things I can't deal with
A broken heart and a new addiction
The man I loved abused my trust
And at the moment I got zannies in my system
I'm just a young female trying to make it
In a world where if we don't got it we're going to take it
The world's colder than a man who got wrongfully convicted
With a wife raising three bad kids who in a week will all get evicted
I'm not oblivious to what's coming to me
See when I was young violence and theft was funny to me
It was a game and I was on my last life
Thankfully God picked me up before things got trife
He put me in a cell where I had to face my own self
I've been beat up before but this pain felt like hell
Have you ever seen a stranger in the mirror
Looking back at you, the equivalent of a demon figure
I had nightmares of worse things than one can imagine
But I never woke up because those events really happened
See my struggle was a gift given from God himself
Because now I'm a walking testimony teaching others it's okay to love thyself
I could of denied God's love and remained on my path
But I chose to unbuckle my chains and wash my sins in the bath
As the water drains I smile at the sky
Because of the man above I made it out alive..
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