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So here I am again. My scalpel is a pen

I'm dissecting every sentence to unravel what's within

This battle never ends, and I've been grappling ever since

There were days I "couldn't walk" as if my tassel never switched

And now I figure that the mission's only bigger

I'm fixed upon the vision, but division's only bitter

I drifted then I slipped into the fissure of my prison

But before I even hit it, He delivered my forgiveness

I took the train and made my way into the city

Cause the traffic makes me think more than I want to

I'm waiting for a stranger that will be my revelation

Cause my brain is too dishonest for its own good

I'm twenty three, still naive to the procedures:

Like asking for a show of hands to seats of open bleachers

I'm hardly confident, at least, I'm only eager

To trying to make a leader out this heap of broken features

Every time I played and tangled with the slavery

I always faked a way to set examples with my bravery

I'm so ashamed, chains generate so painfully

Father, take the yeast: Father take it out my bakery

I want strength, now I'm chasing with relentless

Effort that will desolate my selfish independence

Made it on my own, but I know I could've grown

Into the man that He wanted but I chose to be alone

My will to be corrected is like the Spring without the daisies:

The will in my reflection's like a swing without a base hit

At twenty-three I never thought I'd stumble while I've aimlessly

Spilled my recollection of the things I'd never say to me:

I find it's cutest how deluded you've produced conclusions

Think you're rooted yet obscure with your secluded movements

You're pretty stupid looking thinking that you're "suited"

But your "seven deuce" is useless on the "river," (and you're fruitless)

Who you fooling? Who you kidding? Why you trying to lie?

Where you looking? What's your mission? What you trying to hide?

And from the start I knew these words were never mine

And from the heart, I knew these rhymes were... "never mind" (never mine)

Broken like the fixture of silver that trimmed the mirror

When the fear of my interior split it into its slivers

More than just a battle, truly every waking movement's

Like the blues and every wavelength vaguely adjacent to it

I know it's foolish, but expecting takes practice

I took upon my faith, equipped, and dispatched it

God granted passage in seas for thick masses

(So I'm) Wishing for a spectrum in the midst of pitch blackness

Former sense of preparation turns illusion

When the milestones are too large to lift than they used to

Can't live without you, my God, I want to face You...

Twenty-three prayers from a kid who longs to break through

Father, please forgive me for the arrogance that scars me

And bear within me fruit on every terrace of my heartbeat

Take my selfish, turn it into selfless

And show me the true meaning of repentance

I want to give praise to Your name, but distracted by praises of others

Change my aim, lens, focus, and shutter

Please forgive the fact at times my faith is trapped in the gutter

Please forbid the acts of sin and all its powerful clutches

Please heal the broken baggage that I carry voluntarily

And bury all its merit and the weight that be impairing me

Purify my heart: dismiss the clutches of the briar

Melt away my sickness... I trust in the Messiah

So take away my craving for the lust and the desire

And toss it in the furnace: make it bust within the fire

Speak to me Your Will, and Father teach me how to be in it

Take from me my all: for you say there is no median

Place me on the narrow path for when I stray in deviance

And take away whatever if it keeps me in obedience

Forgive my: anger, impatience, and pride

Forgive those anchors that lay deep inside

I want to be man You called me to be

And experience the freedom- how you bought it for me

Talking is cheap. So Father, put your arms around me

So I could show em through my life of how you're conscious of me

Bless my: family, fans, and all my friends

And show Yourself again and again...

Amen