My Life

By: T.D. Dickinson

You see,

My life, it’s a true story

And it didn’t get great,

 until I gave Him all the glory.

I know, I too, thought that life with Him would be boring

Silly me, how could it be boring, when He has created every moment.

My heart, you see, I put into these verses

My words, I pray they lift up all these curses

Of Mommy’s decisions and Daddy’s decisions

But Word Up, cuz they make us who we are today

RIP Mama (and I love you CHIC) but 

I was the daughter of an addict, Thank God, I made it out the rain

Gucci on my feet, despite all the hunger pains

When the world thinks that you are alright

But you NOT, you know, keeping up with the Jones’ and all

Just to come home to no gas and no lights

That could have played a part in why it was hard to focus in life

Praying for the day that anybody would come and save me

From the drugs and the rape and all the crazy

Ish my daddy ain’t know nun about.  

But it didn’t stop a girl from wishing and hoping and praying

That maybe one day she would make it out and become a lady

I’d look up at night and cry, Dear God, there has to be

Somebody in this wretched old world to protect and cover me

Momma was a free spirit and Daddy lived in my heart

It was only a matter of time before I came out the dark

But I finally did and messed around and found out

 what it meant to truly surrender my hyper- independent heart

My life, you see, it is a true story

Misunderstood, Misguided, and Under socialized

The life I have lived, one can only fantasize

Momma would tell me, look up, hold on, it’s going to be ok.

I’d look back at her with all hope lost and say “How do you know?”

And without a flinch she would say, “Because the Lord said so.  

Trust me, I know, there’s gonna be a brighter day”

Standing by my brother Kerry’s side, I felt the sun shine on me

Right there on the back deck of Daddy and Cake’s house, I cried out

Oh Lord, why did you have to take my momma from me?

I kept fighting, refusing to give up. 

Blocked out all distractions and began filling up my cup

I put one foot in front of the other and saw the light at the end of the tunnel

It was my faith that brought me from up under 

Poo sat me down at his kitchen table

He said, get your credit together sis, so you can be stable

Valuable lessons were taught to everybody, yet I received none

Like how to value my time or how to value my body

Or how to save it for the right one                                     

Or how to decern when it is the right person who deserves your energy

Or that What I put out into the universe will be given 

back to me……….10 fold

mommy’s choices and daddy’s were already stacked against me

But it was my own choices by now that really caught up with me

I ain’t trippin tho and I wouldn’t have any other way

But word up, cuz they truly made me who I am today

Momma was a free spirit and Daddy, (that’s my guy) he always lives in my heart

Thank God, I made it up out the dark 

Misunderstood, misguided and under socialized

This life I’ve lived, one can only fantasize

All fantasies become reality when we focus on them long enough

Be careful what you wish and pray for, you just might get it

Do you pray for peace but search for drama

Do you keep it push in or notice a flat to fix

The red pill or the blue pill……. will you choose freedom or will you stay in the matrix