Freestyle Confession
Yeah, check this uh sage Francis
In an effort to salvage even the slightest
Percentage of what I once had
Has left me with vital organs
Which much has hemorrhaged
My innards twist and turn
I'm convinced that sin is learned
Their lesson once the minutes burn
Not their soul i'm sick with concern about
My operative role deadbeat inhabitants
On planet Earth are programmed at birth to
Be apathetic at events
Even if athletic they're inadequate
Turning sexually active to abstinent
Mentally absent
You're not accepting of me, new accent
Different tone
Whether listening on the phone long distance
Or reading an interesting poem
In this instance hearing a song spoken out
I can fill my tub with confidence
And still soak in doubt
Stick some soap in my mouth
When I speak in bubbles
It'll give me the appearance of a
Cartoon and weaken my troubles
Then with every step I take
I'll be leavin' puddles
And though you damp
Everybody drowns when I flood town
I'm being to discreet and subtle
Man, you figure this kid would be learning
To stay away from ambiguous wording
Understand it's disturbing
Purposefully I stall
How many times can I be treated
Rudely during a courtesy call?
I've been left with a dial tone
Yes denied on the phone
I'm depressed, I'm alone
Time to forget writing a poem
My mind's been set, the light has been shown
I'll confess on the microphone
Now in the past year, i've done some of the
Worst things imaginable
Not including making songs that
Hopefully bring capital
I've resided in places that
Are practically inhabitable
And I know none of this really matters
To you but I shall continue in recent months
I don't think I've been decent once
My view of this world has been skewed
I see all priests as punks
Respect for women?
All bitches, freaks and stunts
My mental is temporal cause my
Physical has increased with lumps
That could be cancerous
But I try to convince myself
There's no chance of this
Since all I've been doing is
Paying attention to physical health
The medicine on my shelf goes untouched
Don't wanna admit, I need help
Even though I know I need help
But I can't help it
I've accepted a hard truth
Given by ma dukes see as a kid
I always peeled off fresh scabs that
Left me with a scared youth
You can check my blemishes and tarnished
Background if you want proof