Redemption- I wasn’t God.
What did it even mean?
I was on the road glory-
I was hearing the lyrics
Like I knew there was beats.
The rhythm that I was blessed with;
It was street.
Cause I walked the city for miles
Searching for what I was here for;
What was my purpose?
Would they remember the dream?
Like I was a vision from a forgotten prophecy-
The mission that was tugging at heart strings.
It was supposed to give a voice to rape.
It was supposed to inspire change.
If there was a calling? If I knew my name-
Would they remember me?