Verse One: On the low though We paint the perfect photo And sell that joint so hard you'd thought our lives was like a promo But if we honest with it life ain't easy like on auto It's cool if your imperfections are putting you in a choke hold Listen I can't take, and can't fake no more so I let them know though If I could make it, would I quit breaking it truth be told I don't know We argue about free will Or the will that isn't free It's just bounded by its nature We need help from misery Hook: Those stains called habits Frame a man in all he do Bad bones and rib cage Sustain his will in bad or good Stains his will in bad or good Verse Two: I mean what can I say? I don't know just what I do, but this I know is for sure My motives just could true, but actions are never pure This fight that I'm going through, calls me to grow and mature But my hope ain't in what I do Ain't a man who can say he don't need a savior And Jesus is that High Priest who sympathizes with our failures We stained all over the inside and hide it with good behaviors But saved, and bought, and redeems, wear His righteousness like regalia We boast in Him It's marvelous No stopping is Apocalypse No pacifist So grab a fist And put it up in the air air air Yes, we wrestle, fight, and conquer against this flesh It's till the d**h Or Jesus rescue us up out this mess