"Lord, teach me how to be a man? 43 years in the game, still an adolescent in how to control my emotions, yet I'm still young in how to know, it's bait my enemies throw out at me, to trap me in dark places and poverty. Lord, teach me how to keep you as a constant, than what my eyes see, cause I swear I stress daily on the weeds this world plants. Give me direction as to not cower under the pressures put on my pipes, to make me burst, minister to me, instruct me to not go left or right, but straight ahead to you, cause as I live and breathe, with no say in why I'm still here, or to the fact, of how slippery surfaces get, bust my ass hard, but able to get back up. I'm not afraid to ask you, to teach me cause I have not a clue to what I'm doing."
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