Karma's shadow of my sinful past tries to swallow my soul
that was submerged in the waves of forgiveness
in the forms of imaginary demons calling me to cross the line
Feeling like my feet are separating themselves from the earth
divorcing the good that kept me grounded
giving it's monogamist love to me through Kisses of crimes
running her fingers of prostitutes through her tracks of dark streets
her other hand traces her curves made of chalk traces of murder victims
Old memories make me feel like i'm giving into fatal flirts
But I fall back into the flames of my bright future
engulfed by thoughts of prosperity
disintegrating my premature horns
That falls to the ground and becomes the road of my redemption
I traveled the road with steps God ordered for me before my birth