and began to read the page Fly, soul, the body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly
My mind explodes Spine is severed, blood runs cold, confess the deepest of sin Envision a king with a white violin Crucifix hung above my death bed Begins to bleed
just like you And someday I gotta leave this flesh like you We all part of a plan that we would never truly understand In convictions, seeking confessions
Let me say that I know when I should be confessing I'm counting everything- my change and blessings Chemists cursed me imbalanced I ran through the streets
you pray Because Im commin for yo throat Im gonna hold ya like you trying to hold me Yeah ya know A Madman madbam madtime to see ya Who peeked through
blinds I can't deny what I've confessed I cannot run from how I feel So be the shelter in my strife Come remind me I'm alive You stop the bleeding And
maturity from emotional need to technology has you, a cultured seed of your society, lacking ability to feel clemency I'm surprized we still bleed
manifestation I escape the earthly pandemonium Into a vast nocturnal sanctum A nemesis for all evil I confess My soul bleeds by all the forces I possess
guilt the alter they've built high priests of sin Destiny fate the wicked ones gate beckoning you in Down the walkways through the blood stained town Looking down the cross bleeding
And aiding to the cause Ringfinger, promise carved in stone Deeper than the sea Ringfinger, sever flesh and bone And offer it to me Wrap my eyes in bandages Confessions I see through
bleed De coke head a nah we speed Ah just me ways inna me weed and me fire me need Man a ganja breed Me get high pon me chronic till me eye dem a bleed
can't see me And draw the silhouette of a dancer in my head I can't look through your eyes, but my mind betrays mine Should I starve unmarked or confess
will cover you in dust---dirt. To make us feel alone again, because you won't let go again. And I confess with... You... You make me bleed again. You
Better think of my answers now because I know the questions will be asked Like if I brought the joy I found in the confessions of a mask The tip of my
m a Young Money Millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed Through
had their place In the grand design But it's unnatural to feel So bitter and resigned CH Forgive me my mistakes I'm only human I bleed just like you
ain't gon' jump though, I'ma keep it raw gutter Yo Prodigy, you know I need you on this one nigga [The Game] I got shit on my chest, I must confess Last
?s let out in the north we hold our tongues but down here i believe when you pull your hair back it?s so easy to see this has not been thought through