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Is it true that the Spirit is like the wind?
I've encountered angels in every city I've been
I've met with demons, and some have tried to get in
They say Jacob wrestled an angel, so was he in sin?
I wrestle with God in every position I'm in
He created me, but it's like I'm positioning Him
And sometimes I feel like a hypocrite just mentioning Him
I'm in a place I never believed I'd be in
I found myself in Africa propositioning Him
If you let the credit card go through, I'll let my life end
To save my daughter, I had to make the Devil my friend
And that's why I have nightmares about going to Hell in the end
Trying to soak it up in the moment I'm in
"GODS SON" tatted on my neck, three years left before I have to cash that check
Soakin' up what's left, if something's left at all
That's why I don't answer when people call
And I tried to stop speaking
God shut the door when I tried leaving
I'm on the phone weeping
I hate this me, this is the weak me, I'm a weakling
My life isn't funny like a weak meme
I tried to run away from God, but I kept falling
It's hard to hang up your call when it keeps calling
I got pain in my pocket
I got launched like a rocket
And I'm not talking CP3
Say what up when you see me
You say I saved you, but you saved me
Big hugs to you if you fought for me
Aired it out like bad laundry
For my enemies, I've been pondering
How I'mma roast ya
Get it? Ponderosa
Never got fired
Never been a pushover
Call me Omarosa
Run up on me, and I'll toast ya
And I'm not talking about a cup
Head held high when I strut
Head so high, I get a rush
Face so pretty that I get rushed
Words so charming that I get touched
Some of you call me amazing, and some say I'm a nut
I had to run through roadblocks like armored trucks
Karma sucks
But so does karma
If you don't like this poetry, blame Big Pharma
I've been on Benzos and Uppers, don't mean to alarm ya
Is that a burden I put on ya?
Doctors pulled me up, they had me smoke a lot of ganja
Blog sites, I'm on ya
Itching to call out another Tonya
I hate calling names, but I've never been afraid to do it
I'll go toe-to-toe with anyone, I'm not afraid to lose it
How can Calvinists be mad if I didn't choose this?
Free will, cheap thrills, creeps kill
And I just might kill myselves
If I mix these pills and swallow them, would that be bad for me?
Would it be a catastrophe?
Some of you would cry for days, but my critics would laugh at me
I pulled back the curtain, so you had to see
You have apathy, I have agony
I'm breaking down like atrophy
I'm just dying to wake up

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