Treasure Island

Dexsta Ray


Nothing Handed To Me


Self sufficient with the hand of
The Lord...
Yes
Footprints in the sand on the shore
Now if a man said I owe them
I'll point at a lying
One...
Heed a liar's tongue
And you're probably dying one
Eying one...
I eye the whole community's
Heart!
Not as dark as people think
But a spark and as sharp as a shark's tooth
The black talon thoughts
Won't depart you if supporting me or not
No exhorting me and mine
Cautious...
All of this made me focus on much
I'd rather focus on my circle
I know who to trust
And only God gave me the will to
Grind
No human place the scheme to my
Dream unto my eyes
Self made
Every step taken was my own
I don't need help and
Never...
Asked a man for a thing because
I have my own set of goals, plans and
A scheme
I owe no being but Jesus

Submitted: Sunday, March 02, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 03, 2014

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