I not concerned about your gold teeth
Your underwear on the street, or if you’ve cheated!
The child support you didn’t meet
Baby momma, baby, is more ganksta
Than baby daddy male extensions, this is not the issue
24’s, tinted windows, blunts blazing and with that
God still waiting
You are sex texting to the believer whose’ relapsing,
thinking of its nature
Do I care about your tats; not this guy!
I care about your soul
I care about the one who can make you whole
I care about; where you going and not where you’ve been
I can careless about, tanqueray and Gin
His love is so deep, and as you walked the streets
That cross was for you and it’s for me
Darkness had me griped, but he needs you now
Come as you are, His Word proclaims!
Homie, let them point and talk about you, just smile and say it’s ok because --- I hear him calling my name!
I’ll lead you to the Cross, the place when I was lost, He gave me my sight
Ganksta, pimps, baby-momma, I-Sexing one, back-sliders time to get to know
your provider
Baby-daddy, his wisdom awaits; he can’t love you more
and he won’t love you less; just place your sins at his door.
I came, you come! To the Father through his Son, now I care!
All my love...players: For the Son of Man came to seek and to save what was lost. (Luke 19:10)
-by Terence Efrem Gray (TEG 5.0v)
1 comment:
I love this post big bro you could have not been more exact people don't really think about all the things you mentioned and how they bring you down instead of build you up I feel like you were in my mind writing what I was thinking!
God Bless
Your lil sis Cassandra
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