Midiron Confessions

Too deep like oceans don't put me through it

Test my manhood that's a lost fight don't do it

Squeeze triggers on hammers not scared to shoot it

I'm fluid...

Like untouchable money flowing on Wallstreet for the greedy and the meek

Head stay on swivel surviving in these St.Louis streets

Speaking truthfully....lit with pen in hand creating words that consume me

I was college bound on Aves still slang them thangs for the come up

Lames use to run up...get done up releasing ones and twos that put em on they back

So off track back then sippin Yak as Mary Jane was callin

Momma ballin scared her baby boy would be fallin down obstacles so deep that she couldn't catch him

God bless her...put her through things with a troubled heart cause I knew better, whether I was running them streets trying to get that cheddar

U could never understand my woes

U could never feel my heart stop when gun pulled out and I froze

U could never understand how I chose life over death had to cease my dangerous actions

U could never feel my heart break when close friends caught those bullet fragments

But wait....

Now I elevate for my fate, turn channels on that life like a reality show, but life episode wasn't scripted or fake

As youth I take silver spoon in mouth, not real only silver plated....thank God I made it out, as they planned for my demise

Once opened EYE.... higher level within me

Please God defend me, for life I cherish now immensely

Confessions