From beyond the clouds to the heavens above.
You’ve blessed us all with your grace and love.
You show us every second of the day.
How much you care and with us you’ll stay.
With each blade of grass and the countless stars.
I have no doubt of who I am and who you are.
You are beautiful, courageous and steady.
Because of your sacrifice and loyalty, I will always stand ready.
Your crucifixion was a testament to your love and bravery.
Your torture under Pontius Pilate and the harsh bonds of slavery.
I will never backdown and I will never disown.
You are my savior, you have my muscle, blood and bone.
Set your mind to it,
Believing that you can do it.
Life is full of opportunities,
And plenty of possibilities.
Welcome to the real world,
Where time waits for no one.
No matter how hard it seems,
Never give up on your dreams.
You can’t experience life,
Sitting on the sideline.
You must step into light,
If you really want to live your life.
Turn your doubts upside down,
And never be willing to backdown.
When anything is possible,
Nothing you face is impossible.
Set your mind to it,
Believing that you can do it.
Life is full of opportunities,
And plenty of possibilities.
You only get one chance...
One chane to stand or backdown
to speak up or remain silent.
All these chances revolved in one moment
that moment can mean something
or that moment can mean nothing at all.
But within that moment,
you have a chance to
make a difference.
\God said that he knows everything we do
before we do it. But even with that
he gave us a choice so that means
we have a chance to either do the right thing
or go left and do wrong.
Theres no turning back after you choose
so it all goes back to
one choice
one chance
one moment
My lifestyle's rediculous,
I prowl when day light's down been frowning
sense a kid but many men sensed it.
My pen-man-ship's painted perfectly
wordsworth the Burg's first nerd thirsting for words
cursed with a thirst for the beat.
Birthed in the Pete,
the first in the street to merge on a beat
perfect, regurgitating in reverse splurging the heat.
The first to leave your nerves in your cheek
worked to be free certain get a surgen
jerking words is worthless to me.
It hurts to be me, cursed with the speech
burping a degrees burning the first person
to journey a verse worded at me.
My background is dirty as cleeks,
backdown your act now I smack around
wack clowns acts packing a mac out.
Black out your wack route class acts
get Shanghaied brain tied to a high place
the Earth's race straining they eye.
Ain't no way I'm a die, no way if I try,
write daily and I know they waiting for my demise.
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