I have been through the wordly hell Through the furnace of tribulation And the crucible of scorching heat Life has not spared me its bitterness And neither has fate, never

As ill is said upon me As slate drips on their lips As names are stamped on me And constant degradation laid upon me Like dust it will rise As

Lord, no matter how much I fix my gaze This haze that fogs and blurs my vision Constantly draws me back from my mission No matter how much I seek

The heart is deceitful yet contrite It can be impertinent and unforgiving Holding deep the pain of previous misfortunes Swelling your veins from the bad blood you have with people

Lord, I wish I knew that In my sinning, I don’t in any way revenge For my unheard prayers and my sad life Lord, I wish I knew that I

I maybe as skilled as you are Well-dressed as you are Doing the same business you do Maybe share the same goals But do you realize That that doesn’t make

I read a quote by Steve Jobs that said “The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.” Through the archive

When you are too young to act too old When you are too rich to act too poor When you have this much kinetic energy But you insist on capping

Sometimes I become so mild and timid I think so less of myself and my abilities And fear gets the best of me By my own power I think I

In the eyes of men You will be a lowly You will be treated as effluence And trampled like snakes You will be the fig that bears nothing And the

God am soaked in sin I fight battles and let the devil win And he teaches me to be mean I have lost reverence of you I made filth of

I hear people talking of goals and dreams I peruse the works of those who have ‘made it’ And see how incredible their minds are The talk of my peers