The Way I Feel

This is how I feel, The triggers are clear
I know God's close, but the devil is near
My heart beats fast, my lungs breath slow
All I was thinking about was drinking and smoking a bowl
The struggle is hard, The struggle is real
But fuck that shit that's just how I feel
I just want to smoke my thoughts and drink my fears
And at times when I pray to God, I feel like he doesn't hear
But that's just the devil, Trying to step in
I need to get the fuck over it and stop trippin'
Because Gods got me and he always will
I just need to chill the fuck out and just be still....

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