Is it my spirit or destiny, the higher self or the lesser of me, that somehow gets the best of me, prison kept the rest of me, now all I got is that spark that rest in me, a lil crackle of hope a fire that will forever be kindled, no matter what this world makes me suffer this light won't dwindle wade or wavier, see I am favored in his favor, blessed with all the flavor, not a savior but a saver, a liberator, not a slaver, a pastor without a passionate prayer, an angel that still a demon, I came in this world screaming, you believing is how I am leaving, I am showing but you aint seeing, so I have to sharpen ur vision, these words is ur admission, into the mind of the unforgiven