I’m serving two masters trying to figure out who’s going to win trying to figure out when I’m being real and when I’m playing pretend
Sometimes I do things that I know I shouldn’t but then my mind instantly flashes back to times that I wanted to and I couldn’t
Everyday is a thin line when you’re living in the gray sometimes I forget what side I’m on and it reflects in the things that I say
The devil on my shoulder stays putting in work the angel is a convicted felon and sometimes a jerk
At this particular juncture I’m not sure which way I want the scale to tilt but I do know every time we go left I feel guilt
I got a hot hand I been hitting my point for a minute but if I lean back I can see the gray matter and I’m caught up in it I lean forward I’m happy but I know I’m pretending a day in the life of me that’s where I’m going to end it

