Dimmer No More (Forty-Seven Years Old, Broke Black Prophet, Pre-Salvation) The Day After Tomorrow

I’m tired of being mad at the past that will last way after I’m passed.  Compassed South, without a mouth to confess to do less.  But that is the way that it is, in this “Biz” of living; not giving anything in return but what I put in.  It’s all up to me to be free!  To be a bright light amid the dim.