Crisis of Faith

I'm fighting for my soul...
Write for my soul.
I feel the enemy's goal
-some kind of mind control.

I'm tryna understand the role
GOD has given me,

Ever since I prayed
And asked Him to live in me

But I've sinned since then
And fear there's no forgiving me...

The shame is slowly killing me...

I know I use art as auxiliary...
But there's only one that can truly free me...

Jesus Christ!
I really need your help.
I need you to do your thing
with my mental health.
I'm trippin, flippin, buggin out!
Spittin whatever the hell.
Kicking and screaming!
Wishing!
Someone would listen!

When I yell!

Cuz I've been thinking
OH WELL!
I had a crisis of faith...
I don't really think I'm worthy of your grace.
No matter what I do
I made too many mistakes.

Hardly a thanks for you taking my place...