I'm afraid of being sober
I'm afraid of being over
I see the right path
But I give it the cold shoulder

Mama said you doing right
Yet it feels so wrong
I can't speak it in words
But I can spit it in song

From the day the Lord makes me
To the day the Lord takes me
No feat on Earth
Will bend but not break me

So go ahead and forsaken
It will not take me
My hands and my word
I will make thee

True in all forms
Feel the whole planet
I see the cure and curse
Be like "******"