On my own I suck, I’m so confused and misguided
My flesh tells me to lie, cheat, steal and be rewarded
Like Thomas, sometimes I wanna see the prints on His hands
So weak like seven days, yet loud like them rock bands
I’m aimed low now, on my own I can never win
So I let Him lead, on my own I only know to sin
Tried being the beast, dead end just like Tupac
Found myself in a casket, devil screaming, “Boy! You suck.”
So I called it quits, now I got that ‘No smoking’ sticker
I aint talking Mad...
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