im aware that as i sleep the devil speaks to me , not of terror but promises of luxury, not growing stonger only older , got a chip on my shoulder , relief he say the price aint cheap , if want to soar then you gotta leap whatever you wish you can have theres no price to steep i say no but tears rolling down my cheek till the soke my pillow with depression and anxiety defiantly not realizing truths inside of me but lord knows eachday that pass ill break down a lil more seems the odds are stacked not in my favor the thin line of wrong and right growing fainter bout to release a full clip into a group a stranger live in the moment without concern for later roll it in a bubble or twist it in paper return back to ash smoke and vapor only when im high can i speak to the savior our dearest father who aret thou in heaven heaven hallow be thy name i be counting my blessins while most are stessin i heed and learn from life lessons educated myself grew tired of guessing where you cross as my armor the word is a weapon pray for the ones who oppose quick th leave em decreapid sleepin like a baby knowing my flocks protected when i wake up i bend my knees then bow my head rest my forearms on the side of my tattered bed