I got this condition
keeps me on a mission
my heart beats fast
like a panic attack
got me blowing in paper sacks
I need to calm down
I get too overworked
looking at the door
waiting for a knock
or maybe not
I need a drink
I need to think
forget about it
because I can't
I need to slow it down
wish I could smoke a blunt
if I do I wont have a job
I need a cigarette
but I don't need cancer
in my breast
or cardiac arrest
these are the things
I confess
I want to dance
with the devil
and still go to heaven
this is honesty
I know God hears me
and knows me well
no lie I can tell
I feel like I'm
in the depths of shoel
where I abode
trying to stay clean
to save my soul from hell