Page Twenty Seven
Try as I might there's no satisfying this flesh I'm in, not
the lusts of it of this indwelling sin but I'm in...the zone
when I turn up the volume my cup runeth over with joy
I'm more than a conqueror I still got power to...move
mountains out here I'm on my kirk franklin I dap it up
when I see it I know you see me hello fear I'm
so...unimpressed with the women in my side view and
the ones thats in front me I just say to myself thats old
news there's...gotta be a better way to impress me
besides your curves, what's between your legs and
enticing words I'm so over it, nothing in this flesh satisfys
my quenching hunger for more so that explains why I'm
so double minded about what I want but it describes who
I am just an old glass door I'm open...better yet you can
call me naked I wear my emotions in the open for anyone
to take it I base it...off nothing but high standards we as
people are so temporal but all we want is something
that's above average
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