Down On My Knees
Everyday i walk through the open desert called life,
crawling and stumbling trying to survive this world at night.
Protecting my eyes from the sandstorms may be hard,
but losing my grip on this thing called life is never a choice from the heart.
So i get up off my knees while my blood leaks down my legs and feet,
trying to find a place called home or maybe even a street.
Its difficult for a man like me to survive around these blood thirsty demons everyone calls people,
but i tell you this, aint nothing better or stronger than my steeple.
The wind is to strong for me to stand on my own,
so i let the wind bring me down so i can cry out to the Lord.
So that he can give me strength and power to rise again,
to be the realest and the best man i have ever been.
I no i chose this path of sin and hatred on my own,
but now i see that i cant last a day without picking up my phone.
To call God one more time, it'll take some serious balls to do so,
cause i have sinned so much that i am just scared he'll ask me, "What for"
I'll be speechless like always and than drop back to my knees and crawl,
i can't wait for the day when i will be afar.
Away from this land, from this sin and grief,
the only thing i want to stay with me is my true beliefs.
So here i go again getting on my knees for my long gurney to a place i want so bad,
i just hope that i don't come to my senses and realize that i lost everything i had.
So just know that my crawling is for my own good,
cause its the punishment i get for what i have done in my hood.
It has come to an end for me now, and say good bye with getting on one knee,
because i am tired of crawl on my knees i cant wait to finely be free.
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