Verse 1
See, I'm consumed by the green. It's clouding up my thoughts and things ain't what they really seem, it's tricky. I just wanna wake up from this dream, but my eyes already open so in fact what I am hoping is that I am really sleep. I can feel the tears creep, 'cause the outlook is bleak. Desperation's overflowing and I'm in it knee deep. But, I am not a quitter I'm a winner so I keep my bible to my brain, what you sow is what you reap, right? So that you know, I'm being transparent 'cause apparently a trance got the body thinking that they can't share what their weakness is, but we weak, that's what it is. Time to be real and stop worrying about appearances.If you can imagine that the trials you're in are happening for someone who just happens to be going through the same. You gon' wanna share so that they can know you care, 'cause if you don't and they fall, but you knew, who's to blame, huh?

Hook
I'm weak, I'm filthy, I'm dirty, I'm guilty, but I thank God for dwelling in me, I no longer have enmity, I'm Free.

Verse 2
I gotta be honest, I disgust myself. My internal discussions show me lusting for wealth. Specifically, security is looking obscure to me. Four kids, one spouse, I cannot afford to be dippin' in depression just because I chose discretion over outwardly confessing anxious thoughts to the Lord. I know I need to handle all these vain imaginations, but I don't and that's dumb 'cause I been down this road before. Where my prayer is inconsistent and my fruit is non-existent, people steadily insisting that I am not condemned. Telling me to run toward and not from the cross so I listen, push through the trial and reach out for His hem. Instant healing 'cause the Holy Spirit testifies of Him. I was walking in my race, but now I'm back running again. Exercising faith so I'm strong enough to win, but not 'cause of what I do because His grace abounds within.

Whatever things are true, honest, just, pure, lovely, whatever is of good report or any virtue or praise, keep your minds on these things.