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