Would you let me in please, I heard you could fix me, I got an addiction, it’s making me sick please, I’m scratching my skin, cause it’s all on the inside, a killer addiction, killing me inside, never again I said, but I’m a fiend for it, I got to feed it, I’m missing sleep for it, I’m losing my mind again, I’m praying for silence, I want to escape, but I can’t seem to find it, now would you take a case like mines, cause I’m missing a few screws, the pieces of my mind, they think what they want to, until I’m doing the thangs, that I don’t really want to, I promise I’m insane, I’m hoping it ain’t true, but I keep doing the same, thinking it’s gone change, but now I’m here at your door, don’t leave me here in the rain, Jesus I heard you came, to heal the sick and the lame, I’m guessing I qualify, cause I’m feeling sick in my brain, (sick in my brain), I’m simply sick of this sickness, stricken with pain, and I’m tripping, slipping, I feel it, and I’m twitching, itching my veins, concealing feelings of killing, before it all hits the ceiling, I’m kneeling here at the door, Jesus do what you’re willing, Go…
Original Song by: “Lecrae – Check Me In“
