Surrounded by my thoughts and still a long way from home.
Walked up and down the block to find what I had lost was now gone.
Am I wrong to keep fighting for all that I want?
Or give up and call it quits and live my life in the dumps.
I’m duped, I puked, and the remnant’s still there.
Like the bitter taste of fear that held you back for some years.
I’ve got my mind made up they can’t brainwash me again.
If l leave my soul in their hands, then I’m officially dead.
No feeling sorry for myself, I just shake the dirt off.
Like a hurt dog I lick my wounds, then count my wins and my losses.
Confused because I know the life that I want.
But every time I’m dealt my cards, I fold, let’s be upfront.
I never asked to be here but I have purpose now.
And anyone that comes between it, is more like an enemy now.
Not making any threats
I’ll keep placing my bets
And regardless of my prayer I’ll just wish for the best.