When i was four, I was a ringbearer in my parents' marriage ceremony
When i was five, witnessed my mother have a miscarriage so lonely
Revisited the situation in a dream last night
seeking to find the significance, far from my last fight
as a prisoner of the Earth, learned to breathe on my own
I wonder, when i get to heaven, will my sister be grown?
we never shared a conversation, but will i know my people?
she was delivered from the experience of this cruel world so deceitful
Erica Lashawn...
is she baby sitting my child unborn?
is she acquainted with the rest of the family
those that have passed on?
When i was ten years years old, then along came Gee
the baby of the family, my sister
a reflection of me
seen a lot, heard a lot, witnessed the trouble
tug of war, became a student of wisdom
birthed from the struggle
friends have come & gone, just like the appearance of the moon
responsibilities make a man grown,
from the womb to the tomb
it is a journey
filled witth ups and downs,in God's army
I was enlisted, he will perfect that which concerns me
revolutionary rebels, labeled as street disciples
engaged in this spiritual war, with the wisdom and knowledge to dicipher
the Word of Life is a mystery, as the plots unfold
everyone has a story, life's issues exposed
we have to keep it moving, and the secret to subduing
is to put your trust in Christ
the definition to an abundant life
moving with consistency, real success calls for diligence
as the puzzle is put together, i wonder...
where's the significance

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