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Die before I live
"Die Before You Live"
I was born with the war inside me.
Didn’t need to learn how to sin—
it came coded in my blood,
stitched in my DNA like a curse I never asked for.
Flawed from the gate.
Crooked from the crib.
Craving poison like it was peace.
I didn’t become broken.
I was broken.
From the jump.
From the womb.
From the moment I opened my eyes
and breathed in a world just as shattered as me.
And I ran—
God knows, I ran.
Chased highs, chased money,
chased lies that dressed up like love.
Burned bridges,
let people drown trying to keep my own head above water.
I thought survival was victory.
But really, I was just dying slow.
Pain was my gospel.
And I worshipped at the altar of escape.
But escape is a liar.
And every time I thought I found peace,
it slipped through my fingers like smoke.
And then came the death.
Not of the body—
but of everything I thought I was.
The ego.
The pride.
The man I built in the image of sin.
That man had to die
so something holy could rise from the ruin.
See, Jesus didn’t say,
“Patch it up.”
He said, “Pick up your cross.”
“Crucify the flesh.”
“Die before you live.”
And I didn’t get it—
not until the pain got so loud
it sounded like truth.
I thought it was killing me.
But it was refining me.
All that fire, all that suffering—
it was breaking chains
I didn’t even know I was dragging.
My mind had to be reborn.
Not just cleaned.
Not just rinsed.
Transformed.
I had to bury that old mindset
in a grave I dug with my own hands.
Only then did I start breathing for real.
Only then did I feel the weight lift
and the light break through the cracks.
Now I know:
Redemption doesn’t come in comfort.
It comes when you’re flat on your back
with nothing left but truth.
When grace finds you
in the ashes of who you used to be
and says, “Now—let’s build something better.”
So here I am.
Not perfect.
Not fixed.
But new.
Made from scars.
Held together by mercy.
Driven by purpose.
And if my pain can help one soul
turn back before it’s too late—
then let it bleed.
I was born flawed.
But I ain’t staying that way.
Because who I was had to die
for who I’m becoming
to finally live.
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