God Doesn’t Make Mistakes, Must Be Something Bigger Waiting

by FTF Proof

Published by FaceThyFear – www.Facethyfear.com | www.FTFNow.net

The Corners Ain’t Safe

Trouble always looking ‘round the corner.

If it run up on you and you ain’t ready… you’re gone.

That’s just how it is.

But I made it out.

I made it up.

I used to chase numbness. Now I chase clarity.

I used to drown in doubt. Now I swim through fire.

I ain’t got it all figured out, but I know this much—

God don’t make mistakes.

Even the pain had purpose.

Even the detours had direction.

The Fire That Built Me

And now?

I hope this hunger is forever.

Not for fame. Not for money. But for meaning.

For growth. For peace. For real life.

I’d rather be dead than go back to the old me.

That version of me? He ain’t coming back.

God kept me from firing them shots—

when I had every reason to,

when I was too numb to care,

when I thought chaos was the only thing that loved me back.

I was going to the wrong medicine man all along.

Trying to heal soul wounds with street prescriptions.

Mixing pain with poison, praying for peace but digging a deeper grave.

I didn’t need more pills. I needed purpose.

I didn’t need more bottles. I needed belief.

Stand Tall, Even Alone

Out of everything, I’ve never been soft—

even when I was alone,

even when I was cheated.

They left, they lied, they laughed.

But I stayed solid.

Might’ve been broken, but I never folded.

Not once.

I done seen it all.

I been in the trap—brick on the table, choppers on deck,

crackheads watching the camera like security.

You had to know the handshake or get a strap put on you.

It was pressure, paranoia, and pride.

And I thought I was hard.

But surviving hell don’t mean you healed.

It just means you ain’t died yet.

Lessons You Gotta Bleed For

If it wasn’t for the pitfalls in my life,

I never would’ve known how to climb out of ‘em.

Some things—people can’t tell you.

You gotta feel it.

You gotta fail through it.

There’s lessons the streets can’t teach

and pain no textbook ever covered.

A lot of us can’t sit with the pain.

We run from it, numb it, fight it—

but never face it.

That’s why I created FaceThyFear.

‘Cause I had to learn how to sit still

while everything in me wanted to break.

I Stay Out The Way

Never get out of line and let the haters get to you.

They’ll throw shade just to dim your shine—

but you gotta stay grounded.

Focused. Disciplined.

‘Cause the moment you lose your cool,

they win.

And I ain’t giving ‘em that.

I got too much swag to be mad.

You see this FTF chain?

This ain’t just jewelry—

this testimony.

Every link forged in fire, every shine earned in silence.

I wear my story on my chest

so I never forget how far I came.

My silver is shining—

representing my brand, my thoughts, my passions,

my energy.

Energy that was given to me by God.

Not the world. Not the drugs. Not the pain.

God.

Clarity Over Chaos

Too many drugs will make you go blind—

not just your eyes, but your vision.

I couldn’t see my worth.

I couldn’t see tomorrow.

But God saw me—even when I couldn’t.

I ain’t throwing shade, I stay out the way.

I let peace be my presence,

and progress be my proof.

I never cared for pills.

I loved coke and booze.

That combo had me grippin’ the wheel with one hand

and life with the other—both slipping fast.

But I thought I was in control.

Until everything fell apart.

I had to switch up the hustle.

Man, I can’t believe I’m paying bills

without having to sell drugs.

That’s God. That’s grace.

That’s the kind of miracle you don’t see on TV,

but you feel it when you finally sleep at night without watching the door.

Love Ain’t Supposed to Kill You

I used to be in love with a white girl—soft.

Cocaine.

And she didn’t f*** with broke boys.

So I broke myself tryna look rich.

Cut corners, burned bridges, sold peace for approval.

But love that costs your soul ain’t love at all.

I Don’t Run With Demons No More

I used to run with demons—

don’t need ‘em riding with me no more.

I walk different now.

Still got scars, but I ain’t dragging chains.

The past can watch,

but it don’t get to ride shotgun.

I’m better now.

I’m a lot better than I used to be.

Better than I was, walking the streets of Atlanta late at night—hopeless.

Eyes red, pockets light, heart heavy.

I don’t have to live like that anymore.

God gave me a new path.

A friend once told me,

“I used to post for days like this.”

And they were right.

I used to cry out in silence,

hoping someone—anyone—could hear me.

Now I speak so others know they’re not alone.

Final Word

God doesn’t make mistakes.

There’s something bigger waiting.

If you’re reading this and feel stuck—

just know I’ve been there.

You don’t have to stay there.

Face it.

Feel it.

Walk through it.

Written by: Malcolm Pannell aka FTF Proof

For: FaceThyFear – www.Facethyfear.com | www.FTFNow.net

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Disclaimer: This piece reflects the personal journey of the author and is intended to inspire, uplift, and encourage. If you or someone you know is struggling with addiction or mental health, please seek professional support. Resources are available 24/7.