Come back

Putting work in is my favorite pass time. Always on this grind of mine,used is chasing these dollar signs. My ability to find a rhyme is attributed to my mind that God gave. From working to get a check to working on getting respect. Day in day out I am all about my progress. I taste the seccess I have a lot of excess falling off me. Just trickling down dipped into what feels like a pool of gold. As my cup fills up with the lords blessings hater say that it's fake. But I know I am on a elevator going up. They can't stop my ascension. I am just gifted with my pen and pad. This is all God's plan came against incredible odds. This is what I asked for to be made into a great man. No one can take my place and I don't want them to. My lord goes before me. No enemies stands a chance. I just want the inner me more like him. Than I will be able to please him. Take the venom the world gives and turn it to a form to motivate and relate. It is just fate I would take it to new heights. I never thought I would be able to write like this. I can say it is not just practice. I feel his spirit with me as the enemy tries to distract me. From what I am meant to be I need to take lead. Of the youth and get them to see what I see the light of life. You got one chance to get it right. This could very well be the end times. I been in before and I want no more lost souls to feel that plain of existence and witness that pain.