For a long time I was plagiarizing,
fantasizing bout the things I could be.
Covering tracks, micromanaging,
the man as people saw me.
Took a picture looked at it now,
thinking, I have no idea how,
where did I go? who was I?
I was blind but still screaming out loud.
I was lying, copy and pasting,
being something I wasn’t suppose to be.
Hardly & heartlessly living out something else entirely.
Count them, forwards backwards inside & I was out of excuses,
the place I resided was entirely my own fault. Useless and ruthless.
I knew that I knew the things that I should do, yet
I still choose to do the things that I knew would make me loose.
Loose my mind, loose my heart,
loose my sanity, leave me out in the cold.
Loose my senses, loose my sight,
loose my peace, I’m loosing my soul.
Started at the bottom and the bottom is where I stayed,
I played games, never changed, ashamed of my own name.
Where I am today says nothing about what I can do or change,
I am who I am because there’s a God that saves.