Getting Things Done Poem by chris guice

I promise myself I get things done at times life was on my shoulder in it weight a ton Two many times I wanted to pick up and run but I want to be there for my family when it's all said and done.

A man is of fear when he hides behind his gun Saying pleases stop the violences i would if I could but I am only one.

To many times I had to bite and whole my own tongue... Forgive me for my faults I was young....

Father in havens maybe I need to pray more and be a better son hopefully when my seed is planted I created a better one.

I want to better myself to prove one self that I am not the only true one left If this is my last breath I Want to truly take it with me each step I take and awakening to each and every mistake I make.

I promise myself I get things done and maybe at the end I become what I begun.

when i fall i learn why i must rise, and when i rise i see who to call, now i look at god with my head head-strong, and my body real tall,

i feel the realness as i pray, rather then nothing at all, now i know i must get things done and break that wall, you gotta be able to smile through all the bullshit, like a lion who preys on its song, take the b.ulls.h.i.t from relevance, and the hipnotic obesity out of the elephant, and just rise to be gradiant, and get things done like a star who's radiant, and when the star inside becomes alive then you know what is what, ignore so called luck, and be like lightening whose struck into the earths crust and then sprung back up, some times you gotta get what you need done, and say enough is enough. CG & CTB