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I'm so unfit for this, there's still so much in me thats unfinished I need to replinish catch me @ the brook I dehyrated myself With my lack of selflessness So its evident what I'm developing My battles with sin flesh & the devil got me weary So I enslaved myself in the prism Isolated myself from you sometimes When you win you're really losing And I lost most of me in the process Solitary confinement with no lock pick What I sinned and hurt God most with I cut it off Count it as loss, my back against the wall Standing tall to this giant I'm trying to slay But like him I have no power...unless I learn To be obedient and obey so in the end Who really gets slain