The Best Part 3 (freestyle poem)

Club alcoholic raised apostolic
Caved to the brokeness
Easily I wrote this but I don’t stop here
I got secret tears for that teenage girl
She lost her life before she got to see the world
So watch me through your vision I hope it’s not so far
I’m just breakin even but I won’t settle for par
I’m the opposite of heavy mental that disrespects the lord
Tell the dealer to reshuffle the deck then me my cards
I’m a turn away from making a happy home today
So I borderline pray like God left me to stray