Crutch
Temptations...
Or like James calls 'evil desires'.
I`m susceptible to sin,
Born of the corrupted seed!
Shaped by where I come from, where I`ve been
The things that I`ve seen
Wait, maybe this is who I am...
They say your initial response to pressure is a product of determinism of who you are
right?
Every moment of frustration is quickly followed by this act!
As a matter of fact, this is my crutch.
The most faithful and ever available substance
So reliable, at least I can count on something
It`s always there whenever I feel alone, everytime I hit rock bottom.
See, Crutch dances to my dirty beat regardless of how low I go
And as I put on a show,
She relentlessly goes with the flow.
As my world turns 50 shades daker! No legacy for the next generation I ... I...
Shhh! I lie. This is not the chronological order of my story
It`s I who dances to her filthy beat as she puts on a show
No matter how low crutch goes, I never grow faint because she comes slow
And after it all, after crutch breaks my fall..
The gruesome pain leaves my soul slain
And I continue to drown
So help me God that I don`t perish
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