I don’t believe in nothing until it happens.
That’s why death is a recaption of many
lives that accomplished things unexpected.
Then death happened,
those walking in the shadow of death don’t understand self.
Never born to except help,
just understanding life from the bull-shit that’s left.
Only to forget your own peace of mind,
now you see how time flies.

For me to try to get self right,
I try to buy time back with all my might.
Knowing I’m on my last strike.
Pastor saying this and saying that,
I wanted to learn but lost my thinking cape.
Then I relapsed,
back in time when I wanted to be a winner.
But what’s the odds of one positive speaker against a million sinners.
Second to none.
That’s when I had my first son.
I’m moving against all odds,
down on my knees so help me God.