lovers of self, lovers of sin/
hiding their true colors grafitti under the bridge/
they wanted two summers but autumn caught them again/
they house fell with the fallen now they gone with the wind/
yes sir!! we all fall short favorite verse of Romans/
all laying on the porch, cold LORD knows, home foreclosed/
as luck would have it i would be good on my own but aint enough four clovers/
so Romans seven is what we left with/
many got saved and questioned where there flesh went/
like did it really pa** away/
it stings like a bee am i ca**ius clay?/
no it gets better every pa**ing day so whoever got vendetta got a plastic face/
every king and kingdom will pa** away/
but there's something about that name..... I Love you LORD