Destiny
Past ambition and reality,
Lies the truth.
DESTINY.
Where is DESTINY?
Tucked uner the mattress pad?
Lit up and smoked?
Naw... DESTINY is where you set it to be.
King, president, or bum,
YOU choose.
Born to live and destined to die,
What you do between is up to you and God.
Created for greatness,
Controlled my Anxiety,
DESTINY is its own DESTINY.
Copyright © Joshua Butler | Year Posted 2005
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