who am i ?
in the midst of a generation that drinks pleasure and sin like water, I wander through the streets of Chicago, in the schoolyard and on my way to church and sit and ask myself who am I? I reminsise on that old person i use to be. and i can say, im strong, righteous, filled will potential, and im better than that old me. because i serve a GOD, who is worthy, powerful, bold, merciful and sweet. he is the great i am he is the one that is greater in me than he that is in the world.
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