Disciple

They wrap me up for comfort
When behind my back they stab
Little old man creeping up again
I'd like to smack him up side his head [Romans 6:6]
I don't need you I don't care what you say takes me nowhere
Pony wants to ride, supposed to ride him
Eating from the cat bowl on the outside
Looking in intoxicating fragrance
Filling up my nose where it stops nobody knows
I beat my chest I beat my chest [Luke 18:13]