Where will I go when I die
Will I rise to the sky
Or sink to my fiery demise
Will my bones decay
And my soul remain
Heaven or Hell which will my soul claim
Sometimes you have to throw low blows in this fight called life
To avoid those poisonous snakebites
So yes I’ve done wrong but I’ve also done right
Understand that there are things I wish I could rewrite
But I can’t
So it’s out of mind and out of sight
I won’t make the same mistakes twice
Keep that in Mind when you choose whether or not I see your heavenly light