NewOldMe

Sunday services Always was a must Momma said Jesus never give him up Go to church sit right up in front What you hiding in the back for pray He'll give you what you ask for stay Good God so magnificent If you wait Make up the differences That exist in your life And fill all the gaps Jr deacon standing on the pulpit Playing bongos trumpet wit the music Clued in but still not in tune with Who I was Nor what was my purpose Bad enough my stutter always made me nervous I would stand in front of congregation Mumble fumble through my words My heart be racing I keep hearing son Be patient But that's not a virtue that I do possess Please I don't know how to ease my stress Little liquor here and there now Began to feel less aware now Wanna stop going Excuses start coming So I went to work Focused on the pay Started drinking more Found a new escape Macking on the women Hitting left and right Started wit the drugs I must of been a sight Stealing all the time Called it commandeering Beer mixed wit wine Hard to get my bearings I'm not doing fine My ship nobody steering Crazy suicidal thoughts Should I hop off this bridge Or simply slit my wrist That would be the end of it That would be the end of it Years later still in the cycle No peace of mind Feeling psycho The missteps I've made For them I had to pay Knew in my heart there was a better way To cope For hope There was I know Had to back get to the basics Kneeology Even though the devil still bothers me But I fight wit the word And fight wit the music Spend time in church That's the way to do it Make some better choices No more being foolish Peer pressure that's a thing of the past Don't like the new old me Yes I'm ready For your love Yes I'm ready For your love