Dear God,

Dear God
I'm Sorry
I know I've messed a lot of things up and it's hardly
Satan's fault it's mostly me, he just got me started
I looked down his path of death and saw it as a party
I'm the one who gave into every idea sparking
Inside my mind of how to please myself so I'd be barking up
Every wrong tree, to try to fill me a promise partly
To make me happy in a simple shortcut ignore the warning signs
I see what I want to see, Nothing more, its Harming
To look at life then look at death and think of it as charming
Sin is sugar coated
I only saw the best of the world and it promoted
Everything that was evil and vial it never noted that
Your sin will take you farther than you ever planned on going
You envy people with stuff that's what they're showing
On your screen like they be knowing the eternal answer to life
But they all blowing smoke
I thank God for helping me with all the songs I wrote
The old me would always do it for the wrong motive
I couldn't choose between myself and God like, "dully noted"
So I'd paint a smile on my face while the inside of me corroded
While I'm still posing
The real product of sin is a bunch of garbage
Collecting souls, Killing, then turning them into carnage
Burning with bondage as hope is parted you're partly pardoned
But the fire has already started and your heart is hardened
Over the toilet barfing and coughing
From the smoke and you start plotting how to turn your life around
But you're a dead man in a coffin
Ain't no stopping your wrong doing when you're tossing Hell
It only costs your soul,
Anything else that you would sell?

You miss some opportunities and they were wide open
Then you opened up some other doors, now you can't close 'em
You had some pipe dreams haunt you but you still hold 'em
Don't matter God's love is stronger I think your still chosen
My heart was still frozen when God started working on me
I got caught up in the wrong song walking on string
They all sing the same song Drugs, Lust, And some bling
But that stinks like Long John, Some luck it'll bring
I just want to be a Mr.-Mrs.
Mr. is this history?
I don't think it's a mystery
Life is hard like hickory
Especially when you're not saved and you're not clean
Who you gonna be when you're not seen?
Was it chasing green that made the key to life?
Or was it free the price that God paid
Was it not enough to free your life?
But you're free to fry your mind up
God is Knocking but your demon screams when night comes
I think maybe you should fight some
But our life is good like Ha Ha
We're treated well by my God
We keep it real like Bob Ross
We keep it chill like Baja
But life is quick like Maza
Roddy with the top off
Temptation is like Blah Blah
The old me gave me Nada
The old me made me pop off
The old me is so long gone
Don't need to tell him run off
We keep it chill but don't cough
I thank you you're so good God
We're drowning in our own wrong
But Jesus came and took all
The chains, now we look on