An OG Prayer
Written By: D. Collins 12/27/24
Our Father, who art in Heaven, he knows not what he does.
Rebelling against the only one that ever showed him love.
Having been nowhere, but will swear, he knows everything.
Requires a tee-tee little more to unseat the reigning king.
Call me the hard father. Some kind of Angel of Death.
When all I'm trying to do is put our demons to rest.
Big Boys and OGs just try to set it right.
By being a part of the seed they gave to life.
Should God not see it, and keep Youngun away.
Then, so be it, I go by whatever He say.
When seed that came from me calls me a hater.
I get down on my knees to give an OG Prayer.
Copyright © Darrell Collins | Year Posted 2024
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