My addiction is contradicting with my way of life
I’m trying to remember my prayers but can’t say them right
The holds too tight and the grip is savage
I say I don’t want it no more and that you can have it
But every time I drop a habit
I wait till no one’s looking, then circle back and grab it
What’s wrong with me?
What’s going on with me?
I long for peace so bad it’s got me on my knees
Every time I sing the same song its please
The same movie comes on the scene is me
I beg for mercy every time it comes on repeats
The ending is a needle in my arm deceased
Please Lord…
I really escape from this demon
It is hard with all the stress from this place that we in
I fight with myself; I don’t want it I mean it
The devil’s speakin
His voice in my head “Yes you do it you’re fiending”
I try to resist
But I need some assistance
I can’t do it on my own, that’s a failed mission
Some try to preach to me, they speak game and wisdom
But I go by what I see there’s no practice with them
So, I tilt black in caps stuck in the system
I don’t know what you want me to say my friend
Get on my knees dear Lord it’s time to pray again…
by Gustavo Trevino Jr