“What Do I Do?” by General-J

“What Do I Do?” by General-J

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What do I do,
when the odds of failure is stacked against me with low return,
when the tables of everyday living turns sharp as a fresh blade,
when the bridges I built for others crash and burn to the soil.

What do I do,
when the past memories of depression haunts me like a bloody terror scene,
when the skeletons bust out the closet like a swat team with a hundred rounds,
when my defeated demons rise from the dead and attack my only soul left to fight.

What do I do,
when my brightest mind turn black as my heart towards the flame of anger,
when my emotions become numb as anesthesia to the brain,
when my expressive voice becomes silent as the moment given.

What do I do,
when I stand on my ground that I built with the hands of God,
when I shout my inner rage to the enemies below my stature,
when I offer my repentance of the damage I created throughout the suffering years of youth.

What do I do,
when there is nothing else left to do.

“Stuck.” by General-J

“Stuck.” by General-J

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Stuck with no guidance in life,
fighting each day with the bare knuckles that remain,
battered, bruised cases of hopeless memories I wish to forget.

Walk in my black shoes of darkness,
witness the pain strike like lightning in the sky,
the tears of anger raining heavy with no severe warning.

Stuck in the same little spot since day one,
my mouth, mind, and soul sealed tight with life’s pressure,
asking God to break it open with his razor sharp raft of greatness.

The vision of my future in plain horizon,
sitting pretty around life’s rough obstacles,
carefully removing the sticky glue of despair and doubt,
I promise I will break free.

“Times Like This.” by General-J

“Times Like This.” by General-J

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Times like this I wish I can go back,

the decisions I could’ve changed,

the people I could’ve left,

the love I could’ve kept.

Times like this I wish I can throw away,

the pain I have created,

the anger I have passed,

the darkness I have painted.

Times like this I know can appreciate,

the fight to become great,

the battle of living another gracious year,

the accomplishment of being a man.