
One Day…
Written by Victor Stanley Jr.
How could it all have come to this?
I remember days when I was young and bliss
Life removed the ignorance, it’s a, cold world
Destroyed my self-esteem as a youth
That’s why me, and my ‘ol girl could never get it right
Insecurities while securing these packs
But before all that I was knocked on my back
Pain in my frame it’s a shame drug dealer I,
Fit the image of everything they said I’d be,
Just a nigga…
I moves on from that
Demonic shadows on this path, I wonder if I’ll last
Air is thin here, try not to gasp
Shallow breaths,
still I exert myself
Running in place, I
overworked myself
Stuck in Hell,
my grave more than six feet deep
I dug the dirt myself, still I stand here worth something
Thanks to Christ’s loving…