My Destiny - The Rep

Ever since a kid I’ve been nothin but a piece of dirt

Sittin in my kindergarten starin up my teacher’s skirt

Musta been a piece of work was a bad seed from birth

Momma’s on the phone again but every time we speak it hurts

Cause every time we talk she just mumbles off that Vicodin

Momma I gotta go my G. I Joe just beat up Spider man

Aight then I see you later cause you coming back I hope

I said I see you later but we both know that’s a joke

So ever since I never learned how to control my anger

Oddly enough this is one letter short of danger

So like an orphan I would often just distort my language

Like blank this and blank that my mind’s a torture chamber

And it’s filled with porn must be from these pills i’m on

Your cup runs over mine’s is empty must be spilled is gone

I coulda swore I was right but let’s be real I was wrong

That’s when I cried out «Lord Jesus let Your will be done!»

Hey yo I shoulda been that body that they found up in the river bed

Or another pervert stuck surfin the internet

Purchase some cigarettes puff my life away like a lazy coward

So addicted to coke-I'm sniffin baby powder

But God changed my life flipped to a 180

Dumb crazy shoulda left me somewhere gettin drunk wasted

Wakin up in the mornin in a corner of some basement

Smothered in my own vomit slumped into my own coffin

I have been re-born again!

I am like an ornament

Hangin from a Christmas tree in the middle of an orphanage

Giving hope to the unfortunate and those who can’t afford to live

And mothers who know all too well just what an abortion is

Yes life is but a dream but it is so much more than this

More than this workin 9 to 5 just to pay your mortgages

You will become the child of God that you was blessed to be

You was born to magnify the Lord this is your destiny!

Mirror mirror in the toilet who’s the illest can you call it

You reflect an alcoholic cause I’m dressed up in this vomit

With a silly grin on my face like I’m blessed to be retarded

Living breath in me departed now my flesh is the incarnated

Thinkin death to me is foreign but it’s movin army quick as some liquor

With out a warning feelin sicker in the mornin

Typical symptoms of a pitiful victim sin has befallen

And the pain makes it hard for me to try to keep my soul still

Sticky fingers ghost still broke outta brokeville

And in this game he’s got my brains lookin like some oatmeal

Highway to hell is fast but looks like the road’s still

But thank God for Christ Who has mercy on the roadkill

So to repent is why I be seein folks kneel

The waters only cold cause we don’t know how His coat feel

Daddy’s love is so real blood like some soap spilled

And His Word the water to wash self from your will

So I’m sittin on the block and I’m thinkin about my destiny

I’m wonderin what will become the death of me

My life will I leave a legacy

So I’m in the kitchen and I’m cookin up a recipe