(Verse 1)   The phone rings, it’s a quarter to 9   I’m slippin’ on some fresh kicks and jacket with matching lining   my boys on the line and announcing the time and   how I need to hurry cause its bout to be live man   a parties jumping off Dj’s bringin beats   my boys bringing his girl, the one he met last week   mad geeked he says peace and ends the conversation with that   not sure what to expect, but that’s the beauty perhaps   so I rush out of my crib followed by the door   meet up, get to the club, make my way to the floor,   I’m seeing girls showing flesh, dancing shoes in full effect   my boys in the vicinity his girls to his left   rubbing her bootie on me, when his heads turned right   yo a cutie indeed, damn, but something ain’t right   so I ignore her gestures, and proceed with my business   just enjoying music and some physical fitness   and when the nights over yo we're back at my boys crib   he dips to the store, so I’m alone with his mistress   she sits at a distance ..but what is this?   She’s throwing charm like javelins traveling within inches   I duck and dodge but now her hands on my leg   damn she’s creeping towards red I hold my head and beg…      (Chorus)   Father, don't let me be tempted, cause I been that route   sayin father don’t let me be tempted I been there before   (repeat)      (Verse 2)   And after nights like that, I’m dead tired at work   behind on deadlines and a boss that’s a jerk   2 years under my belt, sitting here, what’s the worth?   staring at a screen until my vision is blurred   word, I’m trying to get by, cause I must survive   living for measly checks till the day that I die?   never that, settle that I hear a voice in my head sing   just then I see a pen and timecard for weeks ending   yeah I worked plenty, but the question is when   I can say I worked 20 when I only did 10   and pretend, cause with the extra ends there’s plenty to spend on   or if accounts in the red, its what I’ll depend on   once the rents gone, and its due real soon   so I’m convincing myself, my lies could be true   and its funny, how money can change your thinking   like a boat that floats false hope when your sinking   I’m flinching I pause with a pen in my palm   I see two doors so to my lord I sing this song...       (Chorus)   Saying father, don't let me be tempted, cause I been that route   saying father don’t let me be tempted I been there before   (repeat)      (Verse 3)   I’m saying, twist ya thinking caps to the side   I’m saying one time for your mind one time   I’m like walking the ave on a hot ass day   just got off that job with that modest pay   but yo I’m on my way hold up on my way   banks close at 6 and cash is calling my name   so as I rush the door I brush shoulders with this stranger   who gets angered, throwing curses my way   straight disturbed but I say “sorry man” and keep walking   but he keeps talking shouting “chink!” from his coffin   often that words left herbs bloody like tampons   the setting’s ironic cause someone’s bout to get banked on   I’m amped son, blood is pumping through veins   I’m making knuckle sandwiches and lunch is on me now   i know with every pickle there’s a way out   just brush my shoulders off and go with the safe route   but this time it’s different, or is it? I play out   these thoughts in my mind, then from my mouth I sang out…