I canât sleep though Iâm tired, I got this deep down desire / to try to pull myself up from all this muck and mire
I got the chills the other day, someone walked across my grave / and I know it wonât be long till I get back what I gave
Iâve been down too long,
Singing the same sad song,
Wishinâ the Lord would grant me peace and I could find where I belong
Iâve seen trouble fall like rain, Iâve seen good folks live in pain / while the wicked die in their sleep and the saints they die in vain
What donât kill me makes me strong, well friend I say your wrong / âcause the devil you know he beat me down anâ when I woke up you were gone
Dear Lord what will it take for me to catch a break / to rise up like a phoenix out of this world of snakes
My anger how is shakes and my heart how it aches / for me to find my place among the poets and the saints