Bars— I was an alcoholic in a bar, hangin’ out, Tryna drown demons in a shot glass drought. Bars— I was an inmate behind 'em, hangin’ out with the sinners, Trading war stories and gospel whispers with the beginners. Bars— Now I deliver 'em, From being delivered by the One who gave me bars to hang on— Call it hanging out in bars, But now I hang truth like scripture on scars. And that's when the Devil said the Hell I'm living in, "You got to go You're barred for life, now send those who people who left and didn't help you get right"
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