Can't shake it off me
why it gotta happen to me daily?
Why I see someone else
get through life so easily?
And the struggle be so real with me
like we born enemies
Like I started some war with the lord
and he hates me
Man I'm so sick of making mistakes
every day it seems
Like I'm in a constant nightmare
but where are my dreams?
Where is my help
when I needed most in some folks?
It's like I be helping everybody
but they payback in smokes
Just a cloud of make believe
and then they all gone
My mistakes lead me here
my mistakes keeps my troubles on
Can't turn them off unless I'm praying
man that's all wrong
Lord help me cuz my mistakes
keeps me playing sad songs
For a day can I not make a simple mistake?
Is it my sin that's flowing in me
keeps me making them all day
Man if that's the case oooooooh....
I hate that lying snake! ! !
That was in that good and evil tree
and tempted all the humans fate
And now that evil snake
got me making these dumb mistakes!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem