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Crossroads


Everyday He sits and prays Tryin' to make it through Each day of pain Christ is to the right Satan to the left Tryin' to push on With one last breath 7 in his eyes 6 in his mind Tried to go right now he's lost in lies One last breath Feel it in his chest Tryin' to keep on Got too much stress Satan says "Yes" God says "No" Confused in the brain Numb in the bones Went through the middle Now he's lost Tried to do both Now the lives he's cost Needs to do good Compelled to do bad Going through problems That no one should have Drowning in a bottle Choking on a blunt Should be with family But he hasn't had enough Hands on his soul Sins on his flesh Always wants more They say more is less He won his first battle Lost his final war He wears the scars of love That his life once bore Christ lightened his feet Satan adds to his load Starin' deep inside As he comes to crossroads
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