Strugglin' lyrics

Wrestlin'

Realise it's not against the flesh

It is war against spiritual darkness and principalities

Strugglin'

Attaining these scars from inner battling

Warrin' with the enemy, abstaining from his wickedness

Notice, I hassle with, I wrestle with anxiety

Knowing that certain things I can't change about society

So I put this in my diary, which I keep hid' inside of me

I'm silent empty handed

‘cause that life is not the way that I planned it

Lost my mom and dad left me stranded

So I pained it

Felt abandoned even though my gran' was handed all the hurt

‘n' felt like I was just a burden

Closed the curtain I was naked

Started smokin' and drinkin', tryin' to maintain restraint

I used to think that maybe Jane would ease the pain

And lead the brain from wonderin' about the rain that was thunderin'

‘till I was bumblin', stumblin' with the beast

Grumblin', stumblin' with the beast, rumblin'

I was stumblin' with the beast rumblin'

Yeah I saw you in adolescence feeling depressed

Reflecting the evidence of stress, rejection and disrespect by your facial expression

Deconcerning be erected for your mental state of being in the situation so pressing

Distress was strongly spoken in the voice of your eyes

A wounded soldier was the vision incision with in my mind

Even if I was blind I felt your spirit like a ‘graver's impression upon my soul

For the ministry of salvation

The circumstance you face is not designed to be complacent in

God works in mysterious ways and times and most serious days

Give your life to him and trust in his spirit

Who'll be your guide and send his angels surround you and battle when holy align

I will give to win the battle

I will give to win the battle

Wrestlin'

Realise it's not against the flesh

It is war against spiritual darkness and principalities

Strugglin'

Attaining these scars from inner battling

Warrin' with the enemy, abstaining from his wickedness

Super scientifical creature from darkest caverns

Burning tables turning, darker clothes moe's tavern

With a slew of archaic relics that penetrate ‘n' tell us

‘n' Stop stop, bomb shells from preachers who bin releases

My deeses is pieces of puzzles formulate bigger picture

With description underneath informing who did the artwork

J-E-S, you know the rest though its for most you can't attest

Blowing up any mines that frame of ours cannot withstand yet

And what I see's some isletians some halfwit child, some of it gleams

No longer hide and slew the shackles their lives finished to live with jackals

Choose my flows but feel the blows

The Lord the shock or be the doe

By the bound don't hit the ground

And that's profound see y'all around

I like to, like to, like to offer just a bit of advice

If ya spot superman on the block don't pick a fight

‘n' if ya want to cross o'er never challenge intervention

If ya wrestle with God ya bring a quest for ya hist

Make a request – not mine but thy will be done

Attach a conscious to examples that was left by the son

And I pray against the day when strictly fame is what I'm drinked in

And corner stones are built in I no longer put my faith in

That's my greatest fear, if I took that route

To feed the flesh until it's diesel while the spirit fizzles out

I ran from God's elections when I thought I could handle

With five nights to think in the guts of sea mammals

I will give to win the battle

I will give to win the battle

Wrestlin'

Realise it's not against the flesh

It is war against spiritual darkness and principalities

Strugglin'

Attaining these scars from inner battling

Warrin' with the enemy, abstaining from his wickedness

• Artist:GRITS
• Album:Grammatical Revolution (1999)