Dagnabit I got the same bad habits
my dad had as a lad
i get mad at myself sittin in the back of a cab
feelin whack as a whip on the back of a slave
on a ship back in the days in times wakin up
is a slap in the face
But the passion of one whose flesh was torn away
by a cat of nine tails and pierced by one spear
and three nails that saved my soul
But there's still times I get weak
and there's still times I get meak
and somtimes I write rhymes way too ill to repeat
And I don't wanna be another hypocrite on a beat
But sometimes when the sun shines
I wish I could sleep it away
but today I woke up with some strength
counted a couple of blessings
and stepped down from the street
and the sweet smell of victory put my mind at ease
and the breeze told the trees to whisper something to me
and they told me don't worry
I told them never when He is with me

Jesus loves me this i know
For the bible tells me so
Little ones to Him belong
They are weak but He is strong

Those who trespass against
Allow me to forgive
i wasn't dealt the hand
They got lives they got to live
besides they don't answer to me
I'm not you
and we've all made mistakes
and know not what to do
is true see if i hurt you
that hurts me
I'm not entitled to the Lord's tender mercy
untill I drop down on my knees
and say please put me into your solution
and free me of this disease
i won't make it one more step
unless you take
this load i tote with my soul
I'll just break
and won't wait one second longer than I must
a bond with anyone is stronger than this trust
So the only thing to do is lean on you
and not be led astray by what the demon do

Don't try to be the best man
be the best that you can
cuz number one ain't nothing but the opinion of man
and man loves death, hate, crime and pain
and kids are into theft and long lines of caine
insanity, profanity, ecstacy and blasphemy
but as for me
I'm just tryin to maintain
and it's a damn shame
our brains have been drained
to be crazy and lazy
scared to make change
and these hard times I try to be a role model
but I ain't gonna lie y'all
I still battle the bottle
and a that's my biggest struggle
I ain't the one to follow
sometimes I get the urge to leave a twelve pack hollow
just writing some inner sentiments
ain't none of us innocent
from mansions to tenemants
whether male or feminine
all of us are guilty of showing a little ignorance
being resentful, envious and beligerent
one day maybe we can figure it out
but til then I guess I'll just pull this cigarette out
pull up a chair and open a brew
sit down on the porch
and do what I do cuz