Deliverance
I left off of mama’s with my thumb in the wind
The leaves on the ground, winter’s comin again
Solid on the surface as I crumble within
But legends are made out of vulnerable men
So on the brink of death I still manage livin life
Cause so rarely in this world are these chances given twice
I indeed sold my soul, without glancing at the price
No instructions when I was handed this device
But with what I did get, I was more than generous
Put others over self on several instances
But I’m back on my feet without a hint of bitterness
And one way or another I shall have deliverance
