I ain't made of sugar, and I ain't made of gold I'm just a dying ember that is still too hot to hold
But I think I've been forgiven for the wicked deeds I've done But I highly doubt that I'm pleasing to the father of his son
But I try to be, I try to be Good Lord knows I try to be Be the best me that I can be I try to be, I try to be
My main man is prone to weakness It's a wonder I ain't dead
Cause the bottle's like a pistol and it's pointed at my head Well, I've given up on loving just to pick it up again I couldn't be a husband and it's hard to be a friend
But I try to be, I try to be Good Lord knows I try to be Be the best me that I can be I try to be, I try to be
Yes, I try to be, I try to be Good Lord knows I try to be Be the best me that I can be I try to be, I try to be
Yes, I try to be, Lord, I try to be
Yes, I try to be, Lord, I try to be Good Lord knows I try to be Be the best me that I can be I try to be, Lord, I try to be