Your preaching make zero sense and repeat the same "thought"
I don't need to be asked every Sunday, "how is your relationship with God" because I know myself and can evaluate alone whether I'm going to heaven or hell
So the next time you decide that my life can be compared to a gangster's
I'll have you know that I put flowers in the hole of a gun,
Touch the skies with a free hand and paint the colors of a rainbow on my bedroom walls
My mother is a giver, and my father is the creator
So the next time you ask me, if I'm missing something
I'll shout to the heavens and anything else above that, I am free and have everything a sixteen year old will ever need
She just needs a pen and paper
