Theory Hazit - For Lack of a Better Word lyrics

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Theory Hazit - For Lack of a Better Word lyrics

For a lack of better words It couldn't be any clearer When you mad at me I can't look myself in the mirror I'm severed, and I failed as a son, a brother, a boyfriend, a father, a husband and in that order But its in all of us, like somethings in the water I see it in my mother, I see it in my daughter And whats really embarra**ing I see it in myself I tend to hide in the dark to ashamed to tell So how am I supposed to find my way up out of hell How can you search for a feeling you ain't never felt Poetry in my sorrow, worried about tomorrow, look what I've done with all the time I borrowed Heard the word, sometimes I followed Most times I did my own thing I tried praying but it felt so strange Thinking he's not really there, and if he's there does he care I write rhymes, hoping to relieve my mind of lusting, disgusting But I don't even trust me Filling voids, with items that I know only destroy Relying on my self poise, thats a poisonous lie Cause through Christ, there's joy and demise Dead sleep finally open my eyes Thats why I apologize and repent of every crime I committed The strive to stay committed To what God has given Though my insecurities creeping At night fall I'm tempted by the demon, seeking Feel good's and complements and self indulgence Envy, greed and what about me's A disease that all of us are guilty of harboring No need to battle back you just sound dumb in a argument Ears itch, fences get straddled When the 7 keys struck, 3 chased the shadow Playing with fire, bridges will burn So many things in hindsight that I didn't concern Responsibilities I ignored them I know I said this before but this time I'm sure Sincere, and I'm aware that sins here I gave it to Him, I guess it ends here I reminisce on the stress I caused I know it hurt Taking money out my momma purse, after church Meet up with Murk, puff on the purple Purpin', the who we were on the block working Pulling all nighters momma don't even know where I'm at In a back of a cop car arms hand-cuffed behind my back The fact is I knew better Any way I could I was out to rob whoever But the whole time I knew the Lord was there I gave it all to him, so it ends here