TRAPY_13-47

I'm not perfect without the Lord I am worthless goal to be perfect deserted road marajes seem to glow it's just a show in the desert they don't want to see you grow I been low and underneath can hardly see the floor casualty of war but still I rise yet some more all praise to the Lord weather drunk or sober like Noah call me crazy but I have a for sight to let me know. o wo to the judgement of the hypocrit fat swagy bitch please leave my door rather sin in the street then beleave I'm worth more then what he has planted in me I pray for the storm so I can grow. and no less no more.