Poem -

My Name is Donny Martin

My Name is Donny Martin

My name is Donny Martin
and I'm a real great guy
I work as a song writer andĀ 
have a business on the side

My business consists of running
traffic with about six girls on my
payroll
I have three wives so I have to
do this on the down low

Yeah, okay, so I have three wives and run
a little traffic
So, what are you trying to imply?
I'm still a great guy

I sell a little white powder here and
there
I may do a couple of lines myself
but who cares
I'm still a great guy, I swear

My life is picture sweet, I'm so high
on life right now
Nobody could stop me or what I'm doing
This is how Donny put's it down

My name is Donny Martin
and I'm a real great guy
Six months later I lose my house,
my wives, and my pride

I'm feeling pretty shitty with so much
gone
What else can be done to me that's not already
been done?

MY NAME IS DONNY MARTIN
and the greatest of guys, IĀ 
swear
So why am I living in this DAMN
nightmare?

I hit rock bottom
Homeless, living in a box
I used to be on top of the world,
so I thought

To live without God in your life
is to not live at all
for all of your struggles
It is Him you should call
Ā 

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YahYah Brown

Go ahead and confess and repent, then thank God for Him who was sent, this life is but lent and when it is oā€™er who can really say to where that soul went. This was a beautiful read, my time well spent!

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