This is my plea...
To u my friend...
To the church...
To the people who once believed in me
I know im baggage
Perhaps luggage to u
And to some i am gabbage
Whichever it is...
I know u hve ur reasonz
But gimme a chance....
I keep trying nd trying....
Trust me.....i am .....
But th brown bottle.....
The flashing disco lights....
Th randomness....,
Th fly chics.....th handsome fly dudes....
Th bhang....
Wah...,im chained....bt im trying....
Listen my saved friend.....
Th church....i beg u to listen
Cast me not frm wot wz once home
I know.....niko down....
But help me get up....
I know i kan free my self frm alcoholism....sex....fornication....
I just nid sb to blive in me....
Coz i feel unworthy....
A pat on th bck
A hand to hold me...
A word to inspire
A smile to brighten
A Bible to guide
And
Prayerz to protect
Iz ol i need
So gimme a chance to b a better me
Coz i know i kan
Hear me aut.....
Judge me not...
Help me aut!!!!!
Truely spoken, ths is a prayer.
ReplyDelete...for many of us, you've raised your voice in writing. Many of me want jz a chance...yes, dont despise, hear us out. They/we/I are trying. Give everyone a chance...wah!!! Inspiringly touching-sentimental. Nakufeel. Eye opener...give me a chance..KIP...
ReplyDeletemarj ...thanx dear
ReplyDeletekip...im glad im a mouthpiece...glory to God. i always give people a chance to grow and free themselves.but at the end of the day, the decision boils down to you as an individual...are you willing to push yourself to grow??