Put The Lord in everything I do; whether pain or joy! “N°.93” – is a African body oil, used as a cologne. We all living in a lie, just waiting on time. Check the weather lately? Only rainy days controlled by government in concert. How can I choose to lower my values? Most of the time just choices to stay, made darkness rises. Everyone became scamm artist in these streets. Yet still, some can’t stay real when I’m around.
“N°. 93” – tried dirt me since I was small ordering beer at bar. Now my brain under pressure, so mi affi talk. Redhead from mi very small; Jesus Christ still ami guard! I wouldn’t speak of what I didn’t knew. True to life and my stories, while still trying to trust even when facing bare hatred. Instead, they should have proud of me from staying out the system but it only made them hate me. Saw the beauty of life but still know darkness.
“N°. 93” – on this journey and not even I, can’t stop this greatness! Lately everyday, my mind been feeling heavy. If I wanted to be a gangster, it would have happened when I was younger. Stay far from them while observing all their negative energy. Stop searching from love while accepting it generically. Smoking still, not giving a thought about some’s opinions nor my priesthood. Wishing Jah, Jah, coulda deh yah fi guide mi! Some times it’s hard to state what’s on my mind, cause it’s a cold world. Mind filled with jealousy and grudges but still have to fight, keep a positive vibes.
“N°. 93” – most won’t live till that number. Some wishing board boxes made from lumber. Used to the pain so I’m numb now! Again.. I need me time for self. No have nightmares in awhile but insomnia keep me up still. I done fell for the, I love you and tear drops. Felt compassion till time turned into running. When some saw joke, I’m still not smiling. Done see how some treat me after I’ve been nice. Don’t want to hide the glory but don’t want to tell everybody. Like Chronic Law, led my life crazy but with faith. Now I’m broken up it’s just the Lord leading! *Exousia*
