tattoos of rain on a canvas that started out plain, goin through life as if it were just a game. tryin to hold on to the things that might not matta, but who's to know whether or not you'll get any fatta. the point is we all get old, grow up and out until our bodies die and grow cold. so what are you livin yo life for? are you passin through, or could you have a purpose given by the one who created you? don't think that this life is just a joke cause you have no vision of bein different from a demon or lycanthrope. just remember that you were sent here to do the work of the divine, call it what you will but keep this in mind that God has a plan so you betta understand that when you seek, you shall find. once you can comprehend just take His hand and you can be part of this adventure too. join Gods family and you'll always be free, don't give in to the one who'd pull ya unda the see. keep from sin and all that is evil, accept Gods love, become a believa. do that and yo life will change, it'll turn around and you'll see betta days. not ev'rythin'll be easy but you'll soon find out when you die you'll be in heaven with Jesus reachin out. He'll say he's with me cause he's always got yo back follow behind him and stay on track. then you can rap with Jesus and all ya bros, know Gods taken care of you and all ya woes.
The Red Headed Step child
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