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.
This pressure in my head making it hard to stand.
Got insecurity trying to hold my hand.
Trying everything to fix what's wrong, but a wise man said no need to fix what God already put his paint brush on.
The flesh is weak, the flesh is weak.
But how could I be so drained, yet my heart still pumping?
Must be the power of something great within.
Know about God, so maybe more I should ask for his help
And when I do I get strength I never felt.
Got two forces within must be foes.
Battling over who will win my soul.
The flesh is weak, but with God I can overcome.
Pray a little prayer and let his will be done.
Cause without him I would cave in every time ,
But to God be the glory I won't have to worry.
His power so powerful it makes power seem powerless.
And the Devil will trick you and make you seem like you can move mountains yet you'll be pushing petals.
Now I let God do the thinking for me and I respond with my heart.
Because the flesh can not stand on its in, for it is weak.