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Life In A Shelter
by Rick Oraham Well I'm homeless now, livin' here in this shelter Smoking dope's made me crazy life is helter skelter Got no where to go but up you see Instead of feeling good, getting high's become misery Time to learn, grow up, time to make a change If I don't I'll be locked up, dead or deranged Trying to get right, get my head straight Don't wanna be in bondage no more, holding onto hate I'd rather be real and deal with what I hold inside Tired of being ashamed wanting to run and hide From the people who love me, the real me, the most I try to shy away, vanish, become like a ghost What is it that I really don't like about me? That I keep making choices that keep on killing me I'm not sure, but I know it's gotta stop 'Cause one of these days, my heart is gonna pop And then what? No more seein' my baby girl When I know for a fact I don't love anyone else more in the whole wide world Instead of taking a weekend trip out to Jacksonville I was getting high gotta 'nother bowl to kill "How much you want?" "Oh sure, I'll take a bill" I've done spent so much could've bought a Deville That's made here in America by Cadillac What my life once had before I now seem to lack Things like contentment, happiness, joy and peace Now I cower in fear when trailed by police Why do I do this? Feel my heart pound in my chest Time to slow down, confess that only God knows best What He's got planned for me, what lies ahead I'm not really sure of, but He doesn't want me dead In MERCY and GRACE He has spared my life many times So now I sit here in this shelter writing out my rhymes. Rick Oraham ([email protected]), a greatful, recovering addict who is a born-again Believer in Jesus Christ. Currently Homeless and living at the Salvation Army Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |