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I'm not who I use to be but that's the gift & the curse right even when I did live the street life I was the light in the darkness right, the soft spoken poet who was. inspired by the black activist who taught greatness and prosperity to the masses, the spiffy guy who counted it lost to degrade or juggle a handful of women and not because it was so wrong according to the Holy script, I'm no actor but still I gotta stick to the script if I wear my heart on my sleeve then why am I still in need of a locksmith, I ain't shy I'll admit it I need help I gotta addiction and sometimes the God in me seems like its missing, I'm missing something, I can feel it in my veins, I need you like my last fix only you can fix this broken man I give you my all, I tried now my life is in your hands