Legion (Overcoming Trauma)

You are legion

You had me feaning

Cause I was a heathen

I was full of them demons

Generational curses

That was the reason

I had to turn my back on the devil

Tell him I'm leaving

Before I was 8 years old

I was raped by 2 boys

One was my older brother

Saying make no noise

I lost my father

To alcohol, divorce and powder

Crying out to God

I must have needed to scream louder

Life kinda stunk

Like old rotten clam chowder

With 2 brothers in jail

And an angry step father

My heart grew cold

And my anger just hotter

I'm only alive now

Due to God, mom and laughter

My father had weekend visits

To pick me up

He'd take me out to gamble

And say I was good luck

He would make me laugh

But make me cry when he was drunk

He'd try to make it up

By showing up with old junk

Boys were no better

And girls could be cruel

So I took a ride from a stranger

One day after school

7th grade and sheltered

I was just a young fool

I was violated again

Then used like a tool

You are legion

You had me feaning

Cause I was a heathen

I was full of them demons

Generational curses

That was the reason

I had to turn my back on the devil

Tell him I'm leaving

I refuse to make music

That no one understands

If I ever get married

I'll submit to my husband

I was abused early

So I was afraid of men

The enemy had me living

As a butch-lesbian

Then I began injecting,

Testosterone

Was on the streets for years

And a run-away from home

I found a street family

Then they left me all alone

I was trying to be a man

When really I was a drone

The devils that possessed me

Thought they had control

Till I stepped in this church

And God got a hold

Of my heart, mind and body,

So now I'm sold

Out to the extreme

I'm a whole new mold

My future looks brighter

If I may be so bold

It took the love of saints

And them Not letting go

Took the prayers of Elders

On a steady flow

For they pray and not faint

This holiness, not a show!

You are legion, you had me feaning.

Cause I was a heathen,

I was full of them demons.

Generational curses, that be the reason.

I had to turn my back on the devil,

Tell him I'm leaving.

I was being bound down with,

Shackles and chains

Crawling the walls-

Felt I was going insane

There was no sunshine-

Just clouds and rain

Then the clouds parted

When I called Christ's name-

Like a dog to it's vomit-

Why I kept going back

Chasing that high-

Alcohol and weed sacks

Homosexuality, confusion, stress

Searching for a high

That would lead me to meth

Leviathan had me-

Wrapped up by the neck-

The principality choke-

I couldn't catch my breath

He had two goals-

Destruction, death

A reprobate mind-

The Holy Spirit had left.

Then Pigs in a parlor

I came to my Father

He saved me, delivered me

Baptized in water

No more sorrow

A better tomorrow

I got Jesus all the way down

To my bone marrow.