I ain’t right
I ain’t wrapped too tight
My screws are loose
And my scope is off sight
I got that monkey on my back
I got that thorn on my side
I got that bird in my brain
I got that curse on my mind
I don’t know which way I’m going
But I know it leads to hell
First I slide
And then I slip
And then I fall into my cell
Every dream turns to terror
Every thought resorts to crime
See the shadows
Hear the whispers
Feed the demons in my mind
I can’t praise the higher power
When that force that’s greater than me
Has got me locked up in a circus
Full of freaks and endless greed
And I ain’t right
And Lord I know it
As I kneel before your throne
Ask for mercy
Beg forgiveness
As I fight to carry on
I love it. The grit, the rhythm and soul. Great write
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