Sage Francis - High Step lyrics

You can't make it to heaven with a high step You can't make it to heaven with a high step I played both sides of the field I was better at defense They put me out for special teams The college league wasn't impressed But the press called me a work horse I ignored it like the crowd I had calories to burn off And I made my parents proud A jersey with a number that concealed faulty equipment A cog in the machine but the team saw me as different Old beyond my years My chest hair was like a carpet sweater They made me leader I wore that C like a scarlet letter Whether hot or cold I had to avoid the loss And play better then the competitor Whether or not I won the coin toss I watched it flip in slow motion While I considered the odds But it's a sin to gamble So I left the risk to God We had a locker room prayer Where we all lobbied the lord I pretended to know the words Bowed my head and mouthed along That was my way then I was a slave to the play pen Where I tried to make friends And couldn't wait to say "Amen" Then hit the field With a shield that was dented And a sword that was warped by the wars that I've entered I'm a veteran With all this medicine on my plate Because the game that we played Was "How Much Pain Can You Tolerate?" Can you do it without showing signs of it? Without fooling yourself so you don't know when it's time to quit Hell no Well, Amen Give me the pig skin, kid I'm head huntin for Satan Throwin' elbows Til they're breaking The coach made em look normal just by the that he taped them I never went pro I jgot paid in admiration and respect But all of that seems to be changin Tried to make it heaven with a high step Tried to make to heaven with a high step Tried to make to heaven with a high step And get get it get it done Before we reach sudden d**h