Sin

Cloggin my veins

Causing pain in ways I don't feign

to understand

understand me

I know its there

emotional connections lead to sin infections

causing depth perception to be misled with misconceptions

think i need an optomotrist

think i need to stop trying this

cuz my bloodline's tainted like sewage pipes

With some Bruce Wayne habits in the darkest nights

just some slight pleasure but full consequence

Cross the fence you get the pitbull

Now I've fallen in the pitfall

dropped down now I'm buried get the coffin out

Sick from sin an I can't seem to cough it out

Only one medicine for this, its heaven sent

My Savior, redeemer of my sins

The reason for this pen

For these lines, these rhymes set afire by the holy sire

King of kings

he knows my dreams

life hit rock bottom Grand Canyon in a lonely land 

but in his holy hand his hold will hold me up again

reaching sky scrapers heights higher than empire state size trials

Deadlier than novacaine in a crucible mixed with liquid of lucifer

Droppin trippin on Mollys while Miley twerks in the lobby

Choppin like kiwasabee those hobbies will leave ya sorry

Sin corruption looks more like a confection 

But its more like a desert infused with arsenic injections

calastenic corrections I'm moving in wrong directions

Every choice I'm making is fueling an insurrection