Better Man
Is it me or my life stuck in 2003 I look around and I feel like everybody staring right at me pupils dilated irises flowers with irises papyrus's to write down the thoughts in my mind like a census because I can sense this and it's starting to make sense. Tore my clothes or am I too close for comfort because sooner or later I become the prey or the Hunter I wonder can God See Me Now and all that Glory his and my story it's just the beginning it has no end it has no we it's just I am that I am right now it's his Footprints in the Sand I'm just trying to be a better man.. amen amen.
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