My addiction is contradicting with my way of life

I’m trying to remember my prayers but can’t say them right

The holds too tight and the grip is savage

I say I don’t want it no more and that you can have it

But everytime I drop a habit

I wait till no one’s looking, then circle back and grab it

What’s wrong with me?

What’s going on with me?

I long for peace so bad it’s got me on my knees

Everytime I sing the same song its please

The same movie comes on the scene is me

I beg for mercy every time it comes on repeats

The ending is a needle in my arm deceased

Please Lord…

I really escape from this demon

It is hard with all the stress from this place that we in

I fight with myself, I don’t want it I mean it

The devil’s speakin

His voice in my head “Yes you do it you’re fiending”

I try to resist

But I need some assistance

I can’t do it on my own, that’s a failed mission

Some try to preach to me, they speak game and wisdom

But I go by what I see there’s no practice with them

So I tilt black in caps stuck in the system

I don’t know what you want me to say my friend

Get on my knees dear Lord it’s time to pray again...

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