Tempted

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?
 Father, don't let me be tempted,
 cause I been that route
 sayin father don't let me be tempted
 cause I been there before
 Father, don't let me be tempted,
 cause I been that route
 sayin father don't let me be tempted
 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...
 Father, don't let me be tempted,
 cause I been that route
 sayin father don't let me be tempted
 cause I been there before
 Father, don't let me be tempted,
 cause I been that route
 sayin father don't let me be tempted
 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?