Talents & Poverty & Prayer & Worry

Worry assaulting my peace

Fear towering over, refusing relief

Oh how will I survive in poverty’s strangling holds

Monetary stronghold, bold in declining my empty accounts

Talents might as well be laid to rest

Dead before, I even took this test can’t rest complete and secure

No, don’t let be so

Please no, I’ve got miles of discoveries to go, don’t want to be a debtor

Somehow I’ve gotta get blessings together to maneuver various conditions in weather whether I see the sun or more clouds

Praying, but are these words loud enough

Fasting fast and yeah I weep

Worry, a strong man threatening to destroy the peace.

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