Path 2 Exile.
I've been quiet so my silence to them
Is siren loud.
I hope you're proud
You thought I'd stay down,
And couldn't pick myself up from
The ground from all the dirt
That was thrown, all the shame
From all the times you handed me
The blame and defamed my name.
I rose up because
I serve a God who did the same.
So, it's only right that I would
Laugh at a premature grave,
And the only thing it cost me
Was giving Him the praise.
What does it mean to you to be great?
It's a thought that I can't escape.
It haunts me, Grant to Jason.
My hatred lay right here active,
Not far from love, but it's quite adjacent.
I could be further along,
But I admittedly get complacent.
Too caught up on all the times
That I invested in things that equated
To wasted time.
What are you grateful for?
You left me when I was trying my hardest
And i couldn't get my words to market.
I pour my heart on these pages for you and you.
Words mean nothing if it's never read.
I chose a path that many wouldn't stay on
After a connected jab.
I asked God to loan me peace,
Place it on my tab.
I'll pay Him back by becoming everything
That I pray to be.
Go away from this hate that's instilled in me.
Preaching peace to the masses
While in my head, I thrive in the war and chaos.
On all 10 like Mookie Blaylock.
Entrenched with sin.
Feeling unworthy of my blessings then.
Every single one of you that had a hand
In handing me a piece
Of what shapes my insecurities.
How can I forgive?
God told me if you are who you say you are,
Then you will forgive and let the love live.
So, i close a chapter
As this one begins.
Vow to never forget those who
Stood up with him.
Sometimes, I'm a hypocrite.
I'm tapped in, while being disconnected.
I think about my family all the time,
But i remain quiet.
Torn apart, holidays don't hit the same.
Hear Mary call my name.
Still trying to fill Robert's shoes and pants.
What have I done?
I allowed the hate to drive you all away.
Myself, is who I can't escape.
Can't tell whether this is a test
Or if it's punishment.
Now I go back to my shell,
Safe from garnishment.
In the spiritual I can see the hoard of bullets.
I can count on one hand who stood in front of it.
All lies, all lies. All I hear is lies.
Heartbreak, heartbreak.
All I feel is pain.
God told me to forgive anyway,
And just love the same.
So, tell me do you blame me
For being this way?
Can't be the hero to a bunch of ingrates.
You are all liars but i am tasked
With loving you anyway...