It Is well with my soul
That I have to submit
It is well with my soul
What I have to deal with


Is it a lack of ambition
That I remain in this position
My disposition
Is like that of a jaded turtle
But I view with recognition
That everything loops in a circle
I been mistreated
I been disrespected
I been defeated
I been selected
To be a spectacle
Though the reasons are not given
It’s been 21 years in this prison
I’m finding content
With the lack of friends
And with the accomplishments
I made with the keys and the pen
It’s hard to vent
When circumstance prevents
Me from being authentic
A happy ending
Is promised but seems so damn far
My heart aches from all the tolls
Oddly enough
I can say it is well with my soul

Been deprived
I find
Hands that want me to fail
I’ve been entailed
To plotholes, and malicious schemes
But it’s funny
That people look up to me
I’ve dreamed
Of better days and greener pastures
And of a conversation
Where all my questions get is due answers
The irony of me being a happy camper
I’ve fought, bravely, and with poise
I silenced the boast of my foes
And all the outside noise
I’ve enjoyed
Things that this world offers
Gave multiple chances to scoffers
Became a scholar
Made use of the dollar
And hollered
At beauty playings it role
And I can say it is well with my soul