Jus Fallin' Short
Lord wit certain things I keep fallin' short/
sometimes I feel like tha death of babies before birth abort... /
....N leave, give up whuteva/
cuz I'm exhausted, ready 2 rip like 30 year old leather/
this feelings real like tha opposite of pleather/
these things hands keep hittin' me in circles like dat ball game tether/
like I'm light like-a feather/
I'm not, Lord you wit me how can anything measure/
me off they tryna severe/
you order my steps so tha outcomes predictable unlike tha weather/
which means I'ma get whuteva God wants me 2/
so if your where I'm at don't let it haunt you 2/
keep pressin' on N on ain't no debate/
until all of you're life's wrinkles are straight/
now it's lookin' sharp like-a tact/
thank God continue 2 grow N don't look back/
-- Apolegetics aka Agetics.
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