A Deceptive Prayer

Searching for reasons to bail

Jumped ship to a voyage

Now he's sitting a sail

A judgment he is waiting to receive

A pass no men can give, but G.O.D

Behoove me and be deceived

An apple on Eden's tree

how sweet a lust for simpleton's can be

A washing of the brain to rid of the memory

Fade past a love one now to an enemy.

Walk through a valley my shadows

To see the darkness that is me

A father's story.

There is pain into my story
There are words that have no end.
They might see me live in struggle
They might see me bath in sins.
I have lived a fable story.
To tell the truth is to tell a lie.
I am made of misery though
Son why don't you here my cry
Here is what I have for a story.
To tell the truth is to tell a lie.
They might see me bath in struggle.
They my see me live a lie.

My name is

My name is Hacky Sack
Kicked around abused and misused
An object that indestructible yet people find ways to bruise
Trying to not let me fall I become there safe haven to bounce around too
Passed around a group till my resources aren't needed to be used.

I’m left pondering in the mud trying to figure out my next move

My name is Obama
Always trying to help
Targeted by the negative when positive measures are being dealt

Leading a path they don’t want to see me succeed.

Fox News splatters my name as if it were a disease.

In the public eye, but everybody doesn’t get a chance to hear me.
Stressed day and night trying to carry the world
Shoulders feeling heavy, but there's no one to share with me the load.
Depended on being superman, but always settle for being Clark Kent

My name is Muhammad Ali
Boxing my way out of tight spots.
Trash talking with every jab,
knowing that winning is my only option.
Floating around like a butterfly, but finding ways to sting you like a bee.
Jabs that attack your soul, that has your mind feeling weak.

Dazed and confused you’re going to always remember the countdown to your defeat.

Belt around my waist with cheers of champion surround me.

My name is Buddha
At peace with self and ready to continue my spiritual journey
Fulfilling a cup that's half full
Made in America, but my destiny tends to travel
Touching many a souls around me
Blessings waiting to be fulfilled.

My name is Corby

Continuous pages of a man still being written

I’m a man with story.

I’m a man shooting to score.