A date with a snake who's name is not fate.
Mac Daddy Wrong, with several of his buddies
who hang along, you know like Jealousy and Hate.
Jerks who flirts,like to wine and dine, with grifts
of deciet that knock you off your feet.

Thinking you got it going on but being played like a pun.
See Rob, Steal and Kill, enjoy the way they cunne.

Then all of a sudden you find yourself in a fog.

Unlike Dorthy, your not so lucky, for the poof in black magic
riding it's storm clouds, spinning round and round, being in
this flutter, not many colors, the fog is bleak shades of
grey deep, sleep in haze. Days spent with Confusion, and
Frustration, Oppress, Depress and Suppress.

Insane is the name of the one in charge of this mess-up state.

Now you begain to medicate, meeting Mr. Alcohol cause you think
he's the answer to it all, but you just elavate to a deeper state.

Bate on a rope, choke by the smoke of dope, you feel the sigh
on another type of high.

Life out of control by all kind of substance.

Busted and disgused and can't be trusted, kicked to the ground
you want to turn your life around and brake free, from these
shackles of chains.

Gone insane, what a shame, the date that change your fate.
Thank God, it's not to late.

Like the morning dew, of a new day, there is a way
You can pray.

Another chance, it started with a dance, it will end with a
dance.

A dance of praise to be release from the shackles that shuffle
your feet.

Now don't look back to see what your life use to be
but press forward to the prize of a higher calling.

 I'm calling you to me, so come from amoung them
I see your shame and I feel your pain.

For I'm the one who has set you free.
Now come and honor
Me