The word By Coach Collins

She told me stolen waters taste so sweet,
and bread eaten in secret feels so pleasant,
it was all in my sub-conscience little did i know,
that her kind of passengers hit while running not sawing a seed,
she was the one every mans delight,
the one who walks around swinging her hips all to be displayed
to them with favor for her fruit was vain
and game is what she had for me oh men,
deceitful cunning ways so arrogant
turned my patience to anxiety to sleepless nights
with no humility her eyes showed no love
but sharp rays of hate penetrate through my heart
left me half dead left me bleeding
bleeding vengeance bitterness and other infirmities,
pain scars cause before with her i felt so sure,the devil is a lyre now i found my cure
                        
As cold water to a thirsty soul so as a word of assurance
i implored know i know honor is more vital than my heart deeds
i stand as a man look how the word made me