Battle
Y'all cannot judge me at all.
Its like y'all are waiting until I fall.
The mirror on the wall.
Tells me that my heart is cold and raw.
I still pray to Jesus and ask if I'm a fraud.
My sin are to tall
And heavy that I have to crawl.
When I need to talk i cannot
What happened to my jaw?
When I run into the devil its always like my heart and soul brawl.
Then on Jesus I call.
Why is the world to busy on seein what I saw?
I cannot tell a blind man what I want to draw.
Because if I did it would be against the law.
I haven't sold my life but I put it on pawn.
-Mario Perez
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