It is written. . . not in stone, but in people's memory,
I have been caught, But not done time in the penitentiary . . .
But, I have worked myself to make it to where I stand,
God bless the people who love me for who I really am .
. . .It is getting hard living life without a helping hand,
But the obstacles given, helped me become a better man,
And-and Im really trying hard to understand. . .
Was this fate, actually meant to be ? Or was it really planned ?
Socially, I've gotten around,
But, wasted much time, hanging with the wrong crowd,
Bandwagon was too profound .
Dragged me down, but after a while I got my a*s up,
And got tough, I figured it was really enough,
So I packed my stuff .
And turned a new leaf. . .
With non-stop fast living, no mistaken choices to leave, behind me,
Was the 'Old Me', my folks' told me,
To make the right decision, and to live 'holy' .

So It Is Written, for the books, I should be making history,
Not dealing with fake 'crooks', That is just another mystery,
But, mentally I can benefit my flaws,
What flaws ? 'It Is Written' with extended 'clause'
No cause. . . but really no need for 'a pause' . . . .
**** it though, the breather helps,
It's now or never, neither itself, wipe the **** like the dust off the shelf .
. . .I keep this **** on running, like a 're-run',
Except it never stops like 'freedom', continue to 'ttack like 'seize em'',
This Written script, will continue on and on,
So long, it'll be remembered generations and beyond .