Dear Lord,
I come to you at this time humble. I apologize for all of my sins that indicate that on the road to you I stumble. Lord I ask that you break my cycle, the repetitive nature of my ways that has me livid & troubled. At the same time I can express myself indirectly through the rhymes you gave, other times I just shut down like a person that is lost in what seems an endless maze. I ran through a field of that once & it made me itch, but why is it for your love to come closer I don’t always have that same itch? I look to the sky & I know you’re there, & all the pain that’s in this world right now is what you said in Revelations so why do we despair? I think that we do because we wanna skip the trials & go to the happy times, not realizing you can’t get up unless you fall.
Dear Lord,
I need help in loving me, cuz @ times there are things I hate about me I see, I look in the mirror & I see handsome mixed with ugly, concocted with misery with a drop of rage, in other words I’m drunk with Hennessey. Which way do I go when I look @ barcodes & see 666, how do I stay sane when everywhere I turn I see lunatics. They control our music & brainwash our night visions, I stay up late & around the same hour I hear a plane flying low, why are they skimming? For vanity I pray that you make it go away, so that I don’t hit up a mirror more than 20 times a day. Some may think I ‘m arrogant by the way I portray myself, I pray you give them the vision to see I’m just not being myself. I crank instrumentals when I write God, the beat in me make the words flow so easy, can you tell me why they control the TV? They manipulate the debates so that it looks like firm opposition, but they gloss over the fact that they kill our black children… Should I curl up & cry, jump off a building & die, or rather should I cry? Nah, I’ll do none of those Jehovah cuz you didn’t put quit in me, but what you did put in me I realize is the remedy…
P.S. I pray you guide this world into your arms, because they glorify being gay, murderous, & a fornicator, but as soon as you come back watch em all kneel when now becomes later…
**Fueled by passion, driven by pain before I die the world will know my name**
- JioVanni
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If I could say my prayer in poem it'll go a little something like this.
Jehovah my God why do I feel dismay? How come everyday I wake up I hope for another day. Where I don't remember that chick I used to be. Standing on the corner ready to get my box beat. Where I don't remember I had to kids out of wedlock. Now I lead by example so they won't get caught up with guys who carry them glocks. Yeah, Father I know, your the one who made my life grow. A roof over my head thats my own. I'm only 26! And a house I own. With two girls to feed. With no mans help. But you choose to love me unconditionally even at times I've wept. When I've felt so alone, cold in my bed only me in my spreads cause for you I choose to wait and send me that mate who clings to you like I do. Those times, sometimes leave me confuse. Leaving me feeling like I'm not worthy. Not apreciative of what you have done for me, so then I climb out of my misery. Fight the fine fight cause in the end its all you I need. And even though I yearn to be touch and wanted and loved by that man. In your hands is where I turn so I dont commit no sin. And not saying I never came close cause to tell on myself was so humbling cause I didn't want to bring you reproch. But I will not give up even when I don't like me, cause I know all you say is be all you can be. So I'll fight till the end. I'll do my best to not let Satan win. And conintue to pray that you forgive me for my sins. And with this I'll end in Jesus name Amen.
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