The past is gaining on me -There’s nowhere else to go.
I’m tired of running - Ready or not it’s time 2 face my foes
The ghosts The demons The skeletons The Scheme N
The lies - The deceit. I was young n dumb. I kept it all discreet
But now I see. The joke’s on me.
Yet but 1 regret - Sleeping with the enemy.
My lust got me snared -
Bewitched and bound in Jezebel’s lair
Who will laugh last? What will become of me?
Soon enough I’ll see As my life goes on...
I’m not fishing for pity - just to set the record straight.
I stand a man on his own 2 - accountable for my mistakes.
But all the drama… has taken its toll
The trauma… has savaged my psychological
To the point of no return? Highly probable-
Only Heaven knows which way the wind will blow
Yet my lonely soul. Fights for a remedy
“Lord Remember me“…..
At the resurrection… but until then & as you can see
Somehow my life goes on
What’s left 4 me 2 live 4...? My baby’s gone….
Yet u say… “4 me you’ll pray, sorry 4 my lost…
I’m a be ok. God will keep me strong….
Time will heal the pain… As my life goes on.
But you don’t know the half… Not the faintest clue…
Cache 22... Tell me how you do… how you made it through
I’ll be waiting on you As my life goes on.
As my life goes on.
But first peep this verse things get worse -
pay close attention
Dodge that hearse don’t die cursed
take heed 2 Intuition’s premonitions
Before I Drifted -The Shadow shifted
From the valley to my alley
Death had orchestrated a premeditated grand finale
To my surprise It paid me a Visit
I was Bound - Mute - Defenseless
On my back looking up - I’m think N What the fuss!
I can’t breathe! But I can’t leave!
How can this be!?
I thought the curse was lifted!
At the congregation’s litigation
I took a plea - to avoid the maximum
I was surely face N
I rejoiced and gave praise with my hands lifted!
I believed it - thought I received it!
But what went wrong that made me write this song -
About the events ahead that soon would come
When all was said and done
The epitome of irony. My hands were still lifted.
“Please don’t shoot me!”
“You have the right to remain silent E T C.
“What’s going on? Why am I here?
What’s up with all the guns?
Why are you arresting me?”
The flashing lights and 9mms, nosey neighbors, -the sirens
End of story - faded glory - slowly all went dim
But it‘s been almost ten. And as you can see…
My life still goes on...