The Chosen One

I am the Chosen One no, don't get me wrong aint tryin' blow my own horn to grateful and humble for that I believe everything comes from the Lord I am the Chosen One what?! who chose you pessimist might scream no one needs to I chose myself in self love believe and trust I am the Chosen One not because of prestige or any specail priviledge in matters of facts I'm a broke student filled though from hair to toes with a whole lota soul I am the Chosen One orphaned by cancer and a 45 calibre gun born and bred amongst mentally chained emotional debree like a tsunami flushin' out jopes and dreams where ignorance rules inspirin' my poetic growth I am the Chosen One not because I drive a Ferrari or Mercedes have a black belt or a million dollars don't need material wealth in my search for spiritual healing I am the Chosen One with or without your love with or without your trust I am because I believe so and I do wish for all of humanity enough of the same