My path in which is dead.

I had a path, once upon a time. which i chose to choose. An opportunity to beat the power of salvation and stand tall once more. i had to balence my failers and fine a way to dive in a pool of calm water. i had to embrace with the devil which is consister my right hand man. the hand that creates the words i speak and creates the future i seek. it cures the sorrow which lies in my heart and the heart that drench in sorrow. Like a wet oreo with out the cream. The black "negro" with out his dreams. in which we will take over the world with understanding and Kind heart.