If I am tempted to die before I wake, I pray to my Lord that my soul won't break./
Shaking the fear of snakes who decided to stay up late to, try my faith./
"Does he have what it takes?"/
Mediocre or great?/
And time won't wait./
Besides my side isn't on time and I know time isn't on my side./
So when you stare in the eyes of I, you'll find a driven king who refuse to die./
Should you ask why? Check out my past:/
I see past the false subliminal and advertisements./
A wise man told me to search for myself behind my eye lids./
Yet I started crying, but then I remember that my uncle told me that men don't cry./
Subsequently my aunt told me that men do lie./
So I lied on my pillow with my eyes close.
Until the sun-light rose and shined on my face. And I saw me with my back against a willow tree./
I called my name but I started running from me./
I ran after until I found a imitation/
who discourage me from chasing but little did the counterfeit know that I'm motivated by the doubt of my critics./
So i ran further
until i hear the little boy who stuttered.
And his peers deserted him so he started searching for his mother./
But his mother was searching for a man to love her.
And that man was looking for a one night stand undercover./
So i ran more
until i found a door , room 13. I was about to intrude but I saw a teenager coming out the room./
Black eyed, bloody nose, jeans with grass stains, and you can see the white meat in his knuckles./
He said that he was a victim of gang violence but he just wanted to get food from the store so that him and his sister could eat./
He said "Three days a week i had to walk this street. It was like the gangsters heard my stomach growling so they served up beef.
and one dude had heat and he threaten to use it if I swing again."/
I asked how old were these boys and he responded that they were grown men./
I wanted to hug this boy but he ran from me too./
So i stopped running because I was low on stamina./
Then I decided to write a letter to God but I was unable to./
And then all components that made up me came back./
And they said that they ran from me because I denied the fact:
-that I am unable to die and that nothing and no one defines my ability, but me./
Should you ask why? My answer is that on the other side of that willow tree was God./
And while that stuttering little boy was searching for his mom, there was God./
When the teenager came out the room bloody nose and black eyed/
that there was something much greater than his circumstances that was holding him together./
Motivated him to believe that if he go after his dreams that he can endure any weather./
So if I am tempted to die before I wake, I pray to my Lord that my soul won't break./
Shaking the fear of snakes who decided to stay up late to, try my faith./
"Does he have what it takes?"/
Mediocre or great?/
And time won't wait./
Besides my side isn't on time and I know time isn't on my side./
So when you stare in the eyes of I, you'll find a driven king who refuse to die./
Should you ask why? Check out my past:/
I see past the false subliminal and advertisements./
A wise man told me to search for myself behind my eye lids./
Yet I started crying, but then I remember that my uncle told me that men don't cry./
Subsequently my aunt told me that men do lie./
So I lied on my pillow with my eyes close.
Until the sun-light rose and shined on my face. And I saw me with my back against a willow tree./
I called my name but I started running from me./
I ran after until I found a imitation/
who discourage me from chasing but little did the counterfeit know that I'm motivated by the doubt of my critics./
So i ran further
until i hear the little boy who stuttered.
And his peers deserted him so he started searching for his mother./
But his mother was searching for a man to love her.
And that man was looking for a one night stand undercover./
So i ran more
until i found a door , room 13. I was about to intrude but I saw a teenager coming out the room./
Black eyed, bloody nose, jeans with grass stains, and you can see the white meat in his knuckles./
He said that he was a victim of gang violence but he just wanted to get food from the store so that him and his sister could eat./
He said "Three days a week i had to walk this street. It was like the gangsters heard my stomach growling so they served up beef.
and one dude had heat and he threaten to use it if I swing again."/
I asked how old were these boys and he responded that they were grown men./
I wanted to hug this boy but he ran from me too./
So i stopped running because I was low on stamina./
Then I decided to write a letter to God but I was unable to./
And then all components that made up me came back./
And they said that they ran from me because I denied the fact:
-that I am unable to die and that nothing and no one defines my ability, but me./
Should you ask why? My answer is that on the other side of that willow tree was God./
And while that stuttering little boy was searching for his mom, there was God./
When the teenager came out the room bloody nose and black eyed/
that there was something much greater than his circumstances that was holding him together./
Motivated him to believe that if he go after his dreams that he can endure any weather./
So if I am tempted to die before I wake, I pray to my Lord that my soul won't break./