I said i’ll be your stress reliever,
Certainly not your punching bag
I told you, you were welcome
Not turn me into your welcome mat
When they came for you, I stood up,
When they came for me, there you sat
Every time I flash back I’m once again backed — against the back roads of life,
Driving among some road only to find myself, trife, on my back,  backwards Every time i move forward back firing against my back up plan, no plan b so what’s it gonna be?
I saw the crucifixion coming prior to you crucifying me


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