I’m born to die, bro. Soul is sorta more than hollow. I’ve worn the sorrow of a son that knows there’s no “tomorrow”. Advertisements
When I die, I’m gonna rest fo sho. Peacefully. Cuz peace to me is when I ain’t linked to this flesh no mo’. Set free from the… Read more “Peace.”
The race is not given to the swift or to the strong. It is given to him that endures. Help me to endure.
You see me limp. I know you see me limpin. You can’t tell on these CDs well bro I’m knee-deep in it. I’m wading in my weakness He… Read more “Sweet Victory”
I’m hearing sermons they’re not relevant to this hell I’m in. Yeah, they can tell I sin but they never stopped to ask how well I been.