So you thought you were the stuff, rough, tuff, couldn’t get enough. Wheeling, dealing, even stealing, trying to get rid of that low feeling. Wanting to be rich but there’s a hitch, it’s a straight bitch, you’ve run into a glitch. So you switch, turn counterfeit, writing bad checks, waring a Bolex, even try selling sex, loose all respect. Now with your new found friends, smoking lots of dope, drinking expensive gin. Hangin, slagin, even start bangin, falling deeper into sin, knowing, you could either wind up dead or end up in the pen.
Still you don’t give in. Keep hangin tuff, life calls your bluff, wind up in handcuffs, turn into a creampuff. Don’t know how you came through, go back to being the same old you, find yourself in another bind cause you’re not paying attention to the warning signs. You keep jiving and conniving, walking a very thin line. Continuing to kick it on up, until you run out of luck, spent your last buck, now you are stuck lick Chuck.
Now you want to turn the page but you have become a slave, all that mess is no longer fun, say I’m going to change, easier said than done. Geeking tweeking, bon’t know what you’re seeking. Skinning, grinning always loosing never winning. Then at yourself you take a good look and you can clearly see, you’ve been hooked, get so tired of feeling depraved, just can’t shake that crave, ask where will it end, in the grave… SLAVE.
Then you hear the voice of change, which you ignore, again you score, find yourself back on the floor, can’t take it any more. So you look to the sky, ask Lord, why me, because you are your best friend and your worst enemy and this why you have a Saviour to set you free.
Finally, you start to wake and listen at last cause you have found, a hard head, do make a soft ass. In order to live right, you must fight the good fight and you won’t be devoured by the Jaws Of Life. So the next time you hear that voice in your head but you do what you want to do instead, then find yourself falling and falling… Stop Stonewalling, GOD’S Calling.