Released,Deceased,Increasesd Pt1

As I sit n begin to think, i say Lord never typed a freestyle; then i blink, n pray i make since as my fingers go wild... Figure i might as well start off from now, but my insides saying start from when u was a child, then i question how, back then i was wild. Well at least once i hit twelve, that's when i started to rebel, head got swell, doing things that could've led me to hell, yet n still, He kept me from jail, knew i was a female but others couldn't tell, baggy clothes hiding insecurities-past pained deliveries-caught up impurities acting a fraction of a male, upon life's tragedies i fell, allowed my flesh to put my soul in a cell, imprisoned by my own sins couldn't even hear my spirit yell, to da enemy-i gave my energy- responding to devils schemes like a hostess to a bell, even sold things that had to hit a scale, hiding my parents mail, so the cut cards n report cards saying fail, didn't sell, in my self was where i began to dwell, and it wasn't because i couldn't spell, math genes crazy always excelled, n in art i was crazy especially with the pastels, but to school i fake said farewell, ignored the chance to exhale, couldn't smell the crap that became my shell, seen the outcome yet was oblivion to the details, sharing my temple thru an email, letting my smarts go down the drain i began to get slow like a snail, big as a whale, forgot i was supposed to be the head instead turned into the tail, never took sail, attitude buffed but wisdom was frail, seeing different hotels, even chilled in some motels, like i forgot placed in His hands n feet were nails, listened to fabricated tales, derailed, then upon my own face placed a veil...