Gods Myrical

Born into a life of hatred and abuse, Growing up I was so confused. I didn't know what I was doing with myself, I was being the best I can be at BAD by myself. Believe me I was really good at it too, I could sell crack to a priest, and believe me that's true. I could lie my self out of any situation, Without worries or any frustration. But than it hit me like a ton of bricks, A voice said if I wouldn't change I would burn in hell like sticks. If I was not to change my act in time, I would be in a cradle, My life would be anything but perfect, it would be fatal. I trusted that voice and begone to change, It was like opening a new book in life, it was strange. Now side by side with God, I have nothing to fear, My life is white as snow and all so clear.