Breaking old habits I must, yet the mind is
Too blind to recognize goodness
Too deaf to hear the voice of the savior
The body is too weak to carry on in this life
Panic, confusion, and uncertainty unsettles the living
With all our might we fight against what is to be
Yet one's fate seem to be unconquerable
Our doom becomes clearer and inevitable
Big boys don't cry we hear in our mind
When things we believe in starts to deceive us
Provoking us to choose all the wrong options
What is easy we do for it's easy
What's difficult we run from for we are weak
Decline in moral values and moral rights
Is all but evident as we continue to make poor choices
Criminal thoughts crowds the mind
Evil deed we seem to crave at every instant
Black Jesus why have forsaken us
Childish thinking got me believing there is a savior
