My past was a prison that only He held the key I wanted to do it my own way so He could not set me free It was a pipe and a needle which made up the bars to my cell I was chained down by dope and could not escape that hell I turned down true freedom for a temporary feel ‘Till my life fell into shambles which made me want to kneel With a barrel to my brain and a finger on the trigger He said, please hold off dear son my plans for you are bigger I know you’ve lived in misery and in the mire and in the mud But I put a…