When I became a man, I put away childish things,
But before I became a man, I didn't always fit the shoes of a king,
I was a child trying to find his way,
And the toys I played with kept my eyes occupied and left my mind in a lustful boyish frenzy,
And my play mates had long legs, short skirts and soft skin,
And they cared enough to lie down and wallow with me often,
Jezebel turned out to be my very best friend,
I'd look in her eyes before ever seeing the sun rise,
Every time I payed her a visit and slept in,
Before I became a man,
I saw how God made Adam from dust
So, like wise, I tried to make love out of lust, I didn't know any better,
I was taught, by example; "Let your mouth spit game but never let your heart say much",
I treated His daughters like beauty pageant contestants
And, there would be zero investments return on their investments,
And, Proverbs 31 was never a criteria for my selections,
Mind you, this was before I became a man,
This was about the time that I took notes from a father-figure,
Who really didn't know how to be a father, go figure,
About the time that mom was a punching bag
Because he was too afraid to take his frustrations out on the world instead,
By simply enduring affliction, yet during addiction
He could go 12 rounds against the most vigilant screams of STOP! STOP!
And he was undefeated. he always won,
And I would stand in plane sight hoping daddy sees,
Because all I could say at the time was daddy please!
Mom didn't deserve what she got just because she didn't satisfy daddy's needs,
Before I became a man,
I would unlock daddy's curse. Free myself and throw away daddy's keys,
I allowed anger to set up a construction company inside,
And bitterness never rested, it left no time wasted,
And whether daddy loved me or not, all I could regurgitate was hatred,
I became allergic to showing any form of compassion,
Before I became a man, I was much shorter,
Not just in height, but in spiritual insight,
Because I never had a picture,
Nor did Pixar ever have a film to show me what God's man really looked like,
But when I became a man...
When I became a man,
I learned how to love God right back,
And even though I am good at falling short at the glory,
I reflect on my story,
and through my praise, I self publish a testimony,
When I became a man,
I learned how to cry,
'Cause I'm not ashamed of my tears,
Neither were my fears muffled a groaning in my spirit,
Since I became a man,
I no longer afraid of the dark,
I wrap my fingers around James 5:16,
Confess, pray and heal my heart,
I discovered that there are medicinal qualities
Down the corridor of introspection,
When I became a man,
I learned how to love her, My Ester, My Ruth,
I learned to honor her like she was Jesus's mother,
Because one day she will be pregnant with the seed that will transport my legacy,
So that my God and my name will both have longevity,
even after they bury me,
I couldn't love her before because I wasn't able,
My insecurities and my perfectionism had me looking at the next best player
checking in at the scorers table,
How could I possibly be her covering as an umbrella with holes in it?
But I learned to love her like I order,
Because I want him to be my father and my father in-law,
since's that's his daughter,
When I became a man,
I learned how to love my brother,
I'll share my heart, my hug and my hallelujah
Because a hug and a hallelujah without my heart leaves room for his spirit to respond
I NEVER KNEW YOU,
I became a man so that until he became a man,
He can see and name a man..
Who picked up the gospel, Who picked up the gospel
Who picked up the gospel, Who picked up the gospel
Who picked up the gospel!
And put the toys away.
When I became a man.
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