Writing verse at first
I had this thirst
cause I was at my worst
I felt the devil calling
I knew I was falling
In fact I had fell
in my dreams I'd yell
Get up off that evil
you're getting worst
than the devil
and of course at times
I enjoyed being on his level
deaing with jealous stupid others
even sisters and brothers
However my God faith smothers

I started versing to reach
trying to self teach
cause the devil is a leech
Every now and then I'd
poetically preach
The saying goes
"practice what you preach"
I tried to verse love
hating the push and shove
I noticed myself still failing
up until this day I'm still yelling
but the word finally hit home
It's better to leave Rome

Finally I found my true
I'm less sad and blue
Now I know what to do
No brag just fact
but nothing is exact
The devil still tries to subtract
Can't get nothing from zero
the new me is my hero
The new me fought through
me myself and I
hell and rising water high
stupid jealous crazies
knowing sooner or later
I'll still be pushing up daisies

Hey this is just verse
I am a better person now though
because I do try to practice
what I preach

which is love for my fellow man
regardles of race and whatever

Got to keep it real

opg