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Destined for greatness but I keep failing ,
Hard to look to the sky when the devil keep calling,
I get tripped up and end up falling,
Ain't no shortcuts in this game
So the long road I'm hauling,
More detours than the back road
That's why I keep the mac load,
On my hip like a satchel,
All the people in this world and you chose to do me just like Samuel,
You exploit my weakness after I tell you my secret,
Is down bad how you like to see me?,
Because I saw you as someone to be with,
I guess that's what happens when you go against gods plan,
I'm steady praying pick up the phone come on God man,
I cant sleep at night the thought of you keep me up I'm no sandman,
No bottle to screw the top off I keep these feelings canned,
Preserve them through the years for when I'm in demand,
Peel back a new emotion and dump it on a track,
These things are hard to get out
Sometimes I need a pat on the back,
No matter how hard I shake and thrust I end up getting smacked like how you like on the ass,
That's a blast from the past,
I'm always on time,
Except for one time,
I hit you up and called your phone line,
Its picking up but it ain't your voice dime,
He said "who calling here?",
Should I hang up the phone or fight for mine?,
Then again this breakup probably take twice the time,
It took to build this relationship
It's taking from this life of mine,
You stole my heart and chose this life of crime,
Now I'm contemplating the thoughts behind,
Every action taken,
From the jump you lied so I knew the love was fabricated,
But I fell in love with the thought of you so I chalk the blame up to my imagination ,
I'm getting sad and tired waiting,
For someone to make up for what you did,
The one god promised to the kid,
I know you like to take your time and make me patient,
You might gain a new angle if you keep me waiting,
Let's just hope the vent let these thoughts keep escaping,
Time flies and every scar in me is racing,
This is enough to set my soul on fire
I think I need replacement,
Going through hell on earth from lack of creation,
Wonder if real hell is from cremation,
Late night conspiracy theory,
I know someone out there here me,
I'm waiting.
© Jordan Lewis 2020
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