Viva la Rebellion
Ery time I try to do suntin good there’s always suntin holding me back. Then when I give up and go back to drinking and wallowing, nothing and nobody tries to stop me. Dufuq? I used to think it’s the devil tryina bring me down. But now I see that YHWH was with me every step of the way. A master potter molding me into a vessel filled with spirit and wisdom.
Looming, cataclysmic, ill-fated prophesies taunt my daily reprieve A nightawk passing time Skulking Hovering Haunting Waiting A constant reminder of the things I wish I could forget
I had a super symbolic dream this morning. I don’t remember much of it. What little I do remember will be forever etched in my mind.
Sellout a stadium You think you’re something special Push millions of albums You think you’re something else Try so hard to get on Then forget where you came from Just cuz you talk about it Don’t mean you know where you are
