a mind full of debauchery only leads to death
lust-filled *****, but it's suppressing the stress
blessed, that I am but I feel like I'm less
than my peers, I'm fearful of taking the test
for redemption, my walk with God is more like a brawl
i'm falling in sin, man i feel so appalled
I'm talking again, but my words don't recall
the pain I been facing, girls I been laying
my eyes on, ******* ridden
bedrotting too, man I'm really just tripping
tipsy, but I don't even be drinking
I'm sixteen, and I feel like I'm sinking
sinking
sinking