Sometimes I feel like a fraud
Seeking redemption and acceptance from God
Returning to the well so often, it no longer feels odd
To repent, this time spent almost feels like a job
Injustice from Lagos to Flint, but all I can do is sob
A Jack of all trades, but one day I’ll be a Macob
My mistakes beat me down with every, jab, kick, and lob
Until I saw my foe through a crack in the facade
Now I see, my enemy IS me equally confused and flawed...

 
    

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