Dead Man Walking

i aint all the way 100
i'm everyday average
so even when i give my all
it only covers 70 percent
of life’s demands
such a cruel to-do list
for an everyday man
hell bent on heaven

Wonder if the pearly gates
charge shipping & handling
i'm trying to get in
with plenty of baggage
i have good intentions
but the goods that are damaged
if I tell God upfront
maybe the angels won't panic

for all 10 commandments
i have at least 10 excuses
about how i wanted to get right
but just couldn't do it
i have God-given talent
that I'm scared to start using
cause if the risk doesn’t work
my image will be ruined

i have
too many friends
and not enough enemies
some people say
this is a good thing
but let me hit you with
a dose of honesty
this comes from living fake
and being too friendly

I have too many to save
and not enough energy
so the hero in me
is running on empty
standing still...but still standing
my soul’s on bended knee
as sinful as I am
Lord… I still said please
not begging for help
but praying for mercy

real talk
my life feels confined
and outlined in chalk
yearning for an adventure
but acting out a murder scene
running the rat race at too slow a pace
a dead man walking