March 25, 2009
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I write to Grow
Nothing more than confessions from an Optimistic and Born Sinner
Currently Punch Drunk of Love and Corn Liquor
Life is A gift, like a present that’s day old
Didn’t understand her until I listened to “Halo”
By Sasha Fierce, I knew things where real
when she refused to get Earrings but she say her heart was Pierced
I feel many times I’m the 1 they hate to hold
and like a bad Batch i’m just tryin to break the mold
I been a believer, My faith is sold
& it by itsself is worth more than it’s weight in Gold
I tell Momma that I love cause it is the truth
But the only place I feel that counts is the booth
or book, as long as someone can judge it
cause without opinion its seems I ain’t budgin
SHould it be like this? Most likely no
But until I get the courage to change I just Write and Flow
I write to Grow
