The Flesh is Weak
The flesh is weak, the flesh is weak. So I try to let my mind speak, but that's no help. Cause my thoughts possess memories of the bad times gone good. Where sin was as fresh as pastries and were as sweet too. Where temptation would strike and I wasn't prepared, so we would get to second base, but never make it home. Now my sister asking where old dude, feeling like a fool I would only answer who? The flesh is weak, the flesh is weak. Tried to avoid urges of mishaps, but when I get good at it I always seem to relapse. Why can't I seen to be stronger? Tried lifted weights, but not even that seemed to withhold the strength of Satan's weight. And he laughed as I seemed to yet again fall back into his pit. The flesh is weak, the flesh is weak. Now I'm doing things for the heck of it. Know I'm smarter than that, yet I seemed to get out smarted by the devil's wit. Looking in the mirror not loving myself, so I'm trynna hide it with concealer. Th...