All over the place

I'm not predicting the future

I was just one step ahead

Get ready for a coming craze

You won't be able to rest your head

Until you come To grips

With who you thought was dead

Haha maybe that's extreme

But for once try to listen 

In your perspective not your dream

To the American teenager 

Hope is not far away

But you probably never noticed

It wasn't there to stay

I'm not judging you 

That is not my place

But what you need is true

Ideology to the face

You know the words

"I'm still young it doesn't matter"

They were chanted 

No idea your reference point

Slowly begins to shatter

So many before you 

Said I want the world while I'm young 

When it's time to grow up 

My heart song will be sung

So many reproved this idea 

Because they could relate

But their lives seemed fine 

But there's no reason for debate

This attitude is dangerous!

Your conscience slips away

Being tainted by the world 

You lose the standing

In innocence's sweet aray

When it hits you, you'll be left wondering 

Oh my where did it all begin 

An empathetic cry

Vigorously entangled from within 

And unknowingly a slave 

Of your pasts apethetic sins

But hey don't be frantic!

I promise still theirs hope 

Sanctify the withered heart

With the purity's blood 

You don't have to cope

But remember where it lead you 

But again there's still hope

You can still live in the moment 

But for it, not again 

Wait for the day of atonement 

And always respect your kin 

Let me take you back 

In my own past we will journey 

But first Lest me remind you 

I'm just a boy, but my heart is yearning 

For solid truths ,

but wisdom always will be always be lacking 

Only God is pure truth 

So just think for yourself, your mindset should be stacking 

A young man drops to his knees

In a lonely dorm 

To God for heart, sound wisdom, and

Pure  conscience he pleas

And it was given in abundance 

Application was harder than it seemed

Neglecting many things, but on the right

Track finally he was deemed

To start all over, with strong foundation 

And I believe upstairs he is pleased

Admitting he was broken 

His heart was made a new 

But I guess it was a token 

My heart I have to give it to you 

And put aside yourself

The reason for your blues

The minute that you leave the voice 

Of Gods holy word

You get thrown back at the start

And a chance for renewal 

Gets dividing yet again in part

You have to make a decision 

In the flesh with you live

Or will you strive for the precision 

In truth , in spirit, will you live

It's not all about the flesh but 

With God , will it be glorified

Body, mind, soul 

In truth they will Flourish

But society casts it off 

The soul malnurished 

Strive for the kingdom 

This.. I encourage..

Vanity, Vanity, Vanity (Dear Lord)

Vanity, Vanity, Vanity

You'll hear me use this word a lot 

One reason in particular 

Myself one that was caught 

That first start of the deceit 

Trying to find acceptance 

In a world, destined

For defeat 

That first picture , captivates you in its beauty 

And choice by choice 

The Beauty is dimishined

You try to preserve the image 

Despite the darkness 

That made it unclear it wasn't finished 

Every Lie, Every cruelty 

That seemed so white and subtle 

Takes you one step away

From a chance of a rebuddle

Oh my then it hits you 

This disgrace i have to kill 

What's wrong with my fingers!

Was it this all because I was Ill?

But the past evil and the ego

Was hidin the real deal

I have to kill this monster 

Left unable to feel 

But wait a second who cares? 

This body it is temporary

For myself I cannot live

Now Content and illituary 

Finally I can live !

Then one step after another 

The posture was made upright 

And now a beating heart

Nomore a restless night

 

The right hand strengthed

Not on my own accord

But only in Gods mercy 

The source for the restore

The rock of my foundation 

The fear in my lord

Give me strength and guidance 

For it is you that I adore 

(Dear lord,

   Continue to help me grow,

 and give me courage

 To help help others come to know 

 And put aside myself 

 Continue with YOUR wisdom 

 Upon my heart bestowed

 I want to glorify your name

 Not prey on the dead like a crow

 Through me make your presence known 

 But not from me, I am broken 

 But your seed is down 

 Good fruit I will produce 

 But only yours to own.  

 Thank you for all that you have done

 Giving me the second chance 

 And protecting me from so many things

 In my broken human stance

 I cannot ask you enough 

 Please forgive my sins 

 From the past, and for my future

 Because temptation can be tough 

 But you only give me what I handle

 because, I know your with me 

 It will be anything but rough)

 

Thank you so much,

 With much LOVE

 -Dakota Workman

  Panic4VanityKills)

They shouting out, they want hip-hop back

They shouting out, they want hip-hop back
What you mean the sport is dead
They shouting out, they want hip-hop back
What you mean the sport is dead
They shoutin, They shoutin

They saying they wanna bring hip-hop back
Like everything has changed
boy, that idea is wack
It's still the same old gig
Nothing has been changed
since the time of ole big
It's all about it being real
But the concept still the same,
ya diggg?
Yea, you a real life shooter
When it comes to the drug game
You might be the ruler
But there's more to life
than, getting paper, get honeys
and being cooler
Than the last guy
You love that life, it aint a lie
but in the end, realism
gonna make you cry
smack

They shouting out, they want hip-hop back
What you mean the sport is dead
They shouting out, they want hip-hop back
What you mean the sport is dead
They shoutin, They shoutin

I'ts apparent you've seen
Get rich die tryin
50 did it big
He got the paper,
And you really trynna live it too
I know you aint lie'n
Scarface gave your life direction
maybe in his fictional eyes
You'd pass a gansta's inspection
You livin a gansta paradise
in that perspective you don't need a correction
But being ruthless and real
Isn't as tough as it sounds
It's easy not care
Playing the rules in bounds
But living right takes more will
 Than mirkin the homie that makes a sound

They shouting out, they want hip-hop back
What you mean the sport is dead
They shouting out, they want hip-hop back
What you mean the sport is dead
They shoutin, They shoutin

There's more to being real
than living out the lines
It's writing out the truth
not pickin the gold mines
this is a spitta flow
I'm flying, but not like the jets
Feet are firmly on the ground
The only real man,
Whom I'm gonna place my bets
Is my homie Jesus Christ
He's the realest man,
only one to keep me in check
yeaah

queso lol

Rejoicing

God shows his glory everyday
Once you start looking
He shows it in every single way

He gave his love and understanding
And happiness is here
So to my Lord, I wont come demanding

Everyday growing in riches
Not currency
But love and kindness stretch my stitches

With Every Step I take
He make me stronger
for both mine and his sake

Like the vibrant sound of an organ
Each step plays yet one more note
With every conducted tune
The next coming sound is provoked

Make those steps a symphony
While the rest of the band joins in
The conductor receives epiphany
And the critics signs shown ten

With every intended joke
A cut in the heart persay

peaceee

It's so hard to stay awake fighting for consciousness bones aching and these hands wont stop shaking Id rather be shaking today than shivering in my grave It's not like it started today why is there a paradox to being brave Self discovery is a big topic It sounds so sweet but stop it when you find it you lose it now you're trapped inside locket now how about self creation fueled by innocence with a strong blood relation it's possible in a sense