Freestyle written down


I get a lot more than i give
So many broken promises
Piled next to the bible on my night stand
Its getting hard to live
When i fall every time i stand
So I'd rather crawl to God's right hand
I can
I can't
The voices in my head chant
Back and forth
Like a redskin vs Dallas rant
Does this ever end
I am suffering with each and every dollar i spend
And i every nickel i lend
Just to spare myself everyone else's two cents
A nuisance does not even begin to begin
The amount of trouble
I always seem to find myself in


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