Father
this here vessel
wrestles
with this here life
yeah I like spice
but not this type
yeah not where I can't sleep at night
and I'm afraid to a bite
or go fly a kite
outside
yeah Father God
why must my ride
so hurt my pride
inside
Daddy, I thought you are supposed to be my guide
but somehow this here child
keeps getting caught up in these splitting hairs
but whose fault?
and who cares?
about my snares
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