Reading in between these lines.
I've been through this thing time after time.
Stepping back and stepping out on my destiny.
What other kind of bull shit will come to me.
Blessed beyond words and feelings.
Where else do I turn, what happened to my dream of seeking my healing.
Holding onto many things.
What is my next level, shit I feel like causing some kind of uprising.
I put my soul on paper and take shit from no other.
I design my craft with pen and inspiration.
Wanting real love and not give into desperation.
Nothing left unsaid between these lines that I write.
I give it up in prayers and this dedication to my goals, I have to constantly fight.
