From a Lost Father

Don't ever get the wrong impression why I wasn't around.
I was ether in the streets, jail house, and one day under ground.
Though safe and sound, it did not appear; my intentions were pure.
My life I could not steer, please turn that frown up side down!
Life always turns around. Believe me you'll see.
Mixed with lessons and blessings to be
That makes your destiny!
Now I see, believe half of what you see, and none of what you hear.
Remember, cold world, so keep God in your ear... Evil will disappear!
Trust with your mind, because we are so kind.
Love with your heart; we are the same, but were all different kinds.
In this present time, time is money; money is time.
Never do time for money, keep your head up and a straight spine.
Never forget love over money; your Destin to shine!
Never spend to much, because you'll never find.
All of your blessings will come with its time!

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