Sin

I got a war in my core and it’s knockin’ at the door,

Every thought that I fought came back wanting more,

I’m a man in a maze with a map made of scars,

Tryna navigate the night while I’m trapped with the dark.

I hear whispers in the wind when the city goes quiet,

Every weakness gets amplified, every impulse starts a riot,

Got temptation on my shoulder like, “You know you desire it,”

But I’m tired of the liar in my mind trying to pilot.

I’ve been wrestling with shadows that I cannot put a name to,

Every victory I gain got another demon chained to,

My ankles, my anger, my habits, my hatred,

I’m battling myself and the battlefield’s sacred.

I’m conflicted, addicted to fighting the friction,

A victim of visions that twist my conviction,

I’m sick of the cycles, the psychological spirals,

Where the devil disguises temptation as survival.

I can feel it creeping underneath my skin,

Telling me to quit, telling me to give in,

But I’ve been to the bottom and I crawled from the pit,

So if hell wants a rematch, tell it I’m ready for it.

I got rage in a cage and it’s shaking the bars,

Got pain in my veins and it’s changing my heart,

But I sharpen my faith every time that it breaks,

Turn the weight on my back into strength in my frame.

I’m a paradox, half of me wants peace,

Other half wants war with the beast underneath,

I got angels on one side, demons on the other,

Both screaming so loud I can’t hear one another.

Temptation got a tongue and it speaks real fluent,

Makes poison sound sweet, makes destruction look prudent,

Says, “One little taste, one night, one decision,”

Then I wake up surrounded by the wreckage of my prison.

So I’m cutting every cord that was keeping me dependent,

Every counterfeit promise, every poisonous incentive,

If the devil wants my soul, he can come and try to take it—

I’ve been broken before, but I refuse to stay broken.

I’m accelerating, aggravating every adversary,

My mentality’s a cemetery for the fear I carried,

Very necessary that I bury what was buried in me,

Because the enemy I fear might be the enemy I see.

Look inside of the mirror—there’s a war in reflection,

Every scar is a chapter, every flaw is a lesson,

I don’t run from the darkness, I study its dimensions,

Then I turn that understanding into weapons of resistance.

I’ve been tortured by thoughts that I never confessed,

Held a storm in my chest till it damaged my breath,

But I learned that surviving isn’t proof I’m defeated—

Sometimes staying alive is the most savage achievement.

Listen—

I got temptation trying to text me at two in the morning,

Got my conscience screaming while my impulses are swarming,

Got a thousand little voices trying to tell me I’m worthless,

But I know every lie gets louder when it’s nervous.

So I answer with action, not reaction,

Turn panic into passion, turn pain into traction,

Turn every distraction into disciplined direction,

Every dark recollection into fuel for resurrection.

I’m not perfect,