Bag angel get off of my shoulder,
Bad angel won’t you let me be.
I’m standing at the crossroads,
Of Temptation and Salvation streets.

Well I woke up bound and determined,
That I would not light one up today.
But one drag would stop my shaking;
Right now I could go either way.


Well, the cap is on the bottle,
And the bottle is on the shelf.
Should I take it or leave it,
Please how am I going to help myself?


Well I know, Lord, I should not gamble,
Because I can’t afford to lose.
Oh-h-h, she’ll hang me from the rafters,
With the laces from my old working shoes.

Lyrics submitted by DJ.