I’m at a place in my life where I want to do better,
but i got so many demons, people think Im a devil,
seems I revel in sin but when its righteous i rebel,
shouldn’t be so hard to cleanse but the serpent is clever.
I could go a week not thinking bout the booze or a buzz
the only thing I’m really fiending is a smooch or a hug
from my daughter or my mother, even wife will suffice
but she lashes with her tongue and it’s as sharp as a knife
And even though I know better than to fall for her hiss—
that’ll leave me hanging over, its just hard to resist
my entangles with lust , the warm embrace of my pride
therefore, a jezebel i thrust- eight inches inside