THE OFFICIAL WEBPAGE OF TANYA M. BLACKWELL
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Turn It Around

​I remember growing up as an inner city kid
Asking the Lord, “what is it that I did?”
To deserve this lifestyle, ‘cause things were really rough
But then I realized that I needed to be tough
I needed to be strong, ‘cause it wouldn’t be too long
Before I’d have to find a way to right these wrongs
For decisions that I made and people that I worshiped
Men with whom I laid after insufficient courtship
Babies were created but the “family” delayed
‘Cause the love was overrated and I found it soon decayed
At first, I was holding on to what I never had
Scared to tell my baby why I can’t be with his dad
But soon I found my peace and I let that drama go
But the devil did not cease and he wanted me to know
That love could hurt as bad as any pain I’d ever felt
Still the glory goes to Him, ‘cause He knew I’d already dealt
With far more than many others that have crossed this path before
I want to be a help to mothers who feel they can give no more
This hurt and pain I’m feeling, I know it won’t be in vain
Just the simple fact I’m dealing means my net result is gain
I’ve loved, I’ve lost, I’ve cried so many tears
There were times I didn’t want to go on
But today I thank the Lord for helping me see beyond
I look forward to my future, I’m expecting a miracle to pass
I anticipate my pending happiness and I know it’s meant to last
I imagine life as my college and each relationship a class
And I thank God for reminding me that good things don’t come fast
What the devil meant for bad, my Good Lord will turn around
And that is why no matter what, my blessings will abound.
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