Tears are our souls shedding sins away
What happens when there are no longer tears left
does that make me
sinless
or in a state of forsaken distress
how I fear this and while nobody
wants to hear us atleast umpteen times a day we beg not to be amongst those
you let astray
The lite of truth is what sparked the lite of hope no dark tunnels cuz
I'm holding on tight to your rope my knuckles bloodied n scarred I
came to far worked to hard to let it all unravel put my forehead to gravel
I bow to no man there's only one king the orchestrator of what was what
is and what will be the creator of all things

Tuggin inbetween Islam and straight Thuggin ~ Thought


Im sooo sweet n nice n smart like ISA : )