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By Creative_Wisdom

If they say I won the lotto My surprise would be surprised Surprise Raining down sheltered tears Because I cry on the inside Flooding my heart with tears of sorrow But you just won the lotto No I choose the wrong god to follow Listen See my trust bears factors of I need this and I need that I wanted goOd So I took the O off my back In between God I placed my O And took an Oath that in this I'll grow Owing nothing but My soul Making my Faith a train reck without a track So there's no brakes when I crash Listen My lifes a metronome with no bpm So I must be ticking in the wrong program I have no Reason to be a fruity loop Maybe because my Cubase was elevated making me an acid pro Listen I laugh to humor myself When I know i'm doing wrong Indulging in sins progress Wait Is this me being all I can be Salute Me More like the few Because the proud is only proud Of what they can do Or did Hmm sounds like you See I'm a seal team six Cause the world can't define me See they've seen me But now I dont exist hmm Listen See we skip through a world with pot holes Disguising the fact that Our steps have been ordered What a fine detailed picture We decided to paint over Salvation Splurging in levis, polo, and jordan Nike, outlets affording Spitting on The Good Will Forgetting we were once Less fortunate, poor, broke Or A shame No ashamed Embarrassed to shop at a place that excepts the broken Oh right His Will is The Good Mines well re-read And add Romans 1:16 to your daily devotion Listen There's a sale in the kingdom But who reads the circulars The Father, The Spirit, and the Son Is all for ONE The world says buy one Get one free But He bought you And you got Him For Free Listen The world says buy one Get one free But He bought you And you got Him For Free Listen We get cut we look for a band-Aid or band-Age Because our blood is unworthy of shedding And whoa get back Its a danger to spread it Listen You say disease I say deceived HIV or Here is Victims With no belief so they're STD Saved Till Death Now fluent to therapy in therapeutic Language You take this and you may survive Or you take that it may keep you alive But Christ Is equipped with the greatest medicine know to man Himself Listen See if your celibate you celebrate The great break up Wake up and make up With your maker Listen We walk and talk like we know whats next But fed ex couldn't deliver your next breath if God sent it Were just an area code in a mind State of selfishness I get mine, and you get yours Or I served mines Do your chores How can we scratch each others backs When our backs are facing each other Do mine first Listen We obtained a gift when we kicked In the door of life Unravled as sin tied a knot to our souls With no control due to our present stage of infancy Humble like children because we were children What is your excuse? Listen Out came a mouthful But my teeth were quinched See We think twice and speak first With no rehearsed kindness So we tamper in the band of ignorance You are what you preach What cites your voice? If we dont get it together Together will get us Cults clans clicks crips Gangs bang Lives are stripped If we were strict We'd tip our hats to discipline Listen If we were strict We'd tip our hats to discipline Listen We are script So give yourselves to composition One step closer to worldy closure Be a poser Of Lifes Composer And Listen

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March 19, 2013 06:17George Chow

Some times a lotto meant for the poors. Becareful with affinities.