The Craft of Peer influence

I've been trying to fight this persistent resistance
The resistance of trying to fit into society's wardrobe
Where I would have to walk in the shoes of the culture it has fashioned
The craft of peer influence...
I'm falling victim to this revolution
I'm falling victim to change
I have been mesmerized by this abstract piece of art
And in my head, there's always this same uninvited cunning guest
Whose hissing voice is always nothing but a shrill whisper
But rather so loud enough to awaken all my desires from slumber
It's always says "feel free to do it, everybody is doing it anyways"
So then I'm trying to consider this advice
Of course if it isn't true, why am I feeling like an outcast?
Or a coward filled with so much shyness
Religion is the fuel that ignites the engine of conscience.
If I can't break these rules, everybody else is bending them
Peer influence seasoned with temptation; that is what is leaning on my mind's doorbell
And for a moment my disobedience killed my conscience...
Now I'm marooned in vulnerability and insecurity
A Perfect scene to commit a sin
I could probably be disturbing the environment by the exhaust of kush (weed) in the air
Probably giving my liver so much stress with strong liquor
Probably giving away my virginity away like it's cheap gossip
Probably increasing my currency value out of a single 419
Probably be a top player, winning concubines without any penalty
Probably just living life cos it's a trend that everybody follows
That's the fashion these days; follow the masses
What happened to the sight of my judgement? Every thing that seemed bad to me now seems okay if not good.
Now I can't even show up at a local mosque
They'd be framing me up with sarcastic names, picture me being mocked
Why should I be bothered the least?
Why am i being a puppet of societal criticisms?
I should be one in a million
The influence in my life should be free of sporadic judgements.
I'm fighting this resistance... I'm at war with peer influence.
So help me God...