This is my life

Not just something I write

I’ve been working on this since 2011

Released my first song in 2010

Got saved 2012

I’ve been through hell

Not all these songs are going to be perfect

Some of these songs, they might make you nervous

Might seem wrong, but it’s not for the churches

Waiting for the verdict as you overlook the purpose

This for the people that yell ‘cause they can’t figure out what to do with their life

I don’t want to get ahead of myself but on this journey there’s been many times that I’ve failed

There was many times I was feeling alone

Sitting at home

Sipping Patron

I would sit on my thoughts and just zone

As my mind roam

Depressed, I would feel like I’m all gone

As I see people smiling

I’m thinking of dying

Throwing my hands to the sky and I’m crying

Screaming out, ‘Why am I here?’

I’m not going to sugar coat it

I’m not going to water it down

I was living in sorrow

With fear of tomorrow

I thought I might drown

Suicide on my brain

With drugs in my veins

How do I cope with the pain

Yeah. How do I cope with the pain

I felt like when people looked into my eyes, they could see all of my sin

So how could I live for a God? How could I even pretend

And you could smell the weed up on me as soon as I entered into a room

Teachers asking, ‘What is happening?’ Knowing my life is filled and consumed

With drugs and thugs

Forget about getting a buzz

I would just shrug it off

Lost, not knowing the cost

Anger just filling me up. One little thing I go off

I couldn’t even smile

I promise I didn’t know how

So this is the journey turning from what I was then to who I am now

And I can’t say I’m perfect. No, not even close

But through this life, I’ve gained a new hope

Still struggle a lot, but God fix what is broke

And he still loved me at the end of my rope

You don’t have to be good to follow Jesus. That’s a perception the world made

He takes all of your broke pieces and loves you regardless. You heard me?

You can be whole

You’re not alone

The snakes and the scorpions have no control

You have authority to overcome the battle of life

When habits are sliced

Confess them to God

I know that it’s odd

But what can you lose

You may have worries feeling bruised and confused

This life isn’t easy. I’m speaking with truth

Welcome to the struggle of seeking the proof

But with the doubt, I’m throwing the deuce

My faith building up. No ceiling. No roof

I know that you’re real and I’m trusting in you

(Who?)

Wait. No. I got rid of you. Get away from me. Stop. Oh, God. Help me! I need you. Stop it