falling in this trap that i try to dig up out
praying and not listening to the ways to come up out
wanting to let go of the tears so i can shout
a whisper clear enough to be heard without a doubt
restless from not moving out this spot amidst the crowd
to the spot that's been selected for only me to be allowed
opening these eyes to temptations and to greed
wising up to share the goodness and planting in my seed
trying to remember why it's bad to smoke this weed
to praise the Lord use her ears to constantly take heed
to live the glad times, learn the sad can only make us bleed
bad habits that we simply shed through prayer, we shall succeed