Prison in My Head - The Rep

I’m so tired of fallin'

If this Tylenol could, numb the pain or (ex the strength) but a fire arm would

I got a friend who survived a shot

suicide, humans die, say good bye then say Hi to God,

She said a prayer ‘fore she pulled the trigger,

Lord if it be your will, I apologize (I swear) so please forgive me,

and then the hammer clicked

the devil and his demons laugh entertainment like their staring through a

camera lense

She’s on a doctors table operatin'

She said that when she left the body nurses screamin' like they lost a patient

and she woke up in hell so goes the tale

and it was hotter than the barrel of the gun that she shot her face wit'

and to make thing even worse,

she can hear herself falling, while they’re calling out a name that wasn’t even

hers.

and she’s like dang I’m dying

and no one even knows my name, what a shame that I am

like an insane asylum

and when they tie me to this bed and stitch my face together

my names a waste of letters, colder then a late December

That’s when she heard God say, I did not forget you

I know your name and I would twice hang on that cross to get you

and those scars on your face that I’ma leave you wit'

are there to remind you, that from this day it’s for me you live.

and her story is so bitter sweet

‘cuz I know if God can deliver her, then surely he’ll deliver me:

I’m sitting in my room and I wonder what it is that you see when you look at

me

if this how it ends I don’t want to pretend like Im something that I’ll never be

Lord pick me up cause I don’t want to fall again

save me save me from this prison in my head.: verse2:

So there’s no one else to blame or point the fingers at

if life’s a sad sad song then where the singers at

Love just flies away, I guess that’s why these artist

always seem to draw the red heart with the wings attached

life is short time is borrowed like the tweaker who just never brought my

speakers back

mr deacon please don’t put me where the preacher sat

cause I don’t own a suit, and i just mite stain your carpet

cause lately to be honest, all this dirt I’m walking in has turned my sneakers

black

my wife’s the best of me, and I’m the weaker half

if life’s a recipe, I’m sick of eatin' that

become the death of me, I’ll rest in peace, it’s pure ecstasy so let it be

put that on everything that Jesus has

but thou shall not swear, so my words are locked there in a freezer bag

they just melt away talk is cheap can’t afford the price if there is hell to pay

so I’m feeling kind of nervous and my stomachs turning at the dinner table like

I’m hoping someone else can pray

all my selfish ways, I’ve been caught red handed

like the kid who stuck his finger inside a birthday cake: verse3:

yeah, kids look up to me

its like they think I’m perfect, see I’m drowning sick and barely breathing

trying to reach the surface

they say my songs speak to 'em like I’m preaching sermons

and the pastor at his church sounds like he’s speakin' German

but I just wonder if he knows that I got problems of my own

and I’m following this road but I ain’t perfect neither

that’s why I need God

his grace keeps me from flipping out on my wife and packing my bags tonight to

leave her

and trust me I done thought about it

and not one homey was around that I can call on like «dawg I’m drowning»

they just left drinking oceans trying to swallow mountains

walking a tight rope during an earth quake I’m all off balance

but I’m convinced that He was there, when no one was

Satan gives the evil stare, but Romans 1

says I am not ashamed

and I am NOT ashamed

so even when it’s all over I still overcome: