There were times when I was dealing with an identity crisis. During the week, I was on the job doing buy and bust but on Sunday, in the Lord's house. I knew who I was supposed to be but there was a war raging inside of me. There was a conflict between the two. It was as if they were fighting over me. God in my heart but the hunger of my job catching the bad guys was always calling me. Blessings and curses were coming out of the same mouth. I liked one more then the other but I knew the other was not good for me. My family didn't know who I really was. I went to sleep as one person and woke up as another. I became too good at turning off the right one and turning on the wrong one. Was I Pastor Steve or Stevie Gunz? Both hated the other. I was T O R N.