RIDE OR DIE
Whoever said life is a bowl of cherries? Whoever said if it’s not worth
dying for it’s not worth living for? And somebody said ride or die; but
if I don’t ride I will die or just be a dead man walking and sometimes I
feel like a dead man walking but if I am a dead man, where am I
walking to? Maybe it just looks like I am walking but I’m not walking
at all. Maybe I am crawling and where am I crawling to?
I better wake up out of this trance, this illusion so that I can stand
erect, so that I can walk. Walk like a man that has some fire, fire
burning down on the inside, down in my soul. Blow on that burning
ember and get the flame going again. My God is a consuming fire.
There is life in that fire; that fire will refine me into silver and gold. I
have to rekindle the fire that is almost out inside of me, inside of my
soul. My God will help me. He will strengthen me. My God is a
April 29th 2007