Found
I was born on the dark side of town, my mama never gave me a name.
She just placed me, just so that I would be found. I grew up with the name Hardship. The name surely didn't lie. I played the game of sin, and made my living fighting with my hands. Until one day, I heard the words of a Preacher Man. His sermon changed my ways, and for that, all I have to say is :
AMEN , AND THANK YOU PREACHER MAN .
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