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
through a hole Given another chance Naked Starving to confess That we're all snoring Why'd U put the gun in my hand? Suspicious I'm bleeding fast
it'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
to go through that again This time in control I'll lie about my past, and for some reason I don't feel I have much to confess This time in control
should but still I just can't walk away Try to convince me once again that I should stay Through all the brokenness this bleeding heart must confess
you're not alone Being born with less, I must confess only adds on to the stress Two gunshots to my homies head died in his rest, shot him to death And Left him bleeding
a question, I'll repress and regress in my own depression, I'm oppressed and agressed in my own obsession, My confessions are revealed through my expressions. [ Chorus x4 ] Though time has passed by through
the miracle spittin', there shall be no witnesses to da pain And my ignorance, I charge to da game So many love and slain by bullets wit dead aim I weathered the change stormed through
so cruel I'm not made of brick I'm not made of stone But I had you fooled enough to take me home If love was a war it's you that has won While I was confessing
when we are beaten The cross holds us down I hear them laughing And walking away Carry the cross And suffer the loss Hear my confession Forever damnation Reincarnation Bleeding
sinister at all Gnawing at my soul But these confessions that I give Help me feel in control Forgive me my mistakes I'm only human I bleed just like
of ancient, crusty like basements, study like spaceships Ain't no probin' wid metal processors temperature placements Teeth of a dragon, face of a lion Children of Zion half bleeds
I used to run with, rose above it Fuck thuggin' and clubbin', I got one in the oven Plus my girl's talkin' husband, she buggin' My method of flowin' expression through
' thoughts through a rhyme my metaphors are alive It's like I've been crucified they hate me now like Nas They punctured me through my side the bleeding
on the inside Biting through and stinging Will I ever forget to remember? Shadows in the sun Filter through us Still wrestle the demons that arrested me as a child Confession
night From the coke and the weed and extacy I'm lost in the streets but you still remain next to me The blood that I bleed it flows through your veins
inflicted He took the sin of man Bleeding on a woodencross God's eternal plan For salvation Through submission To the Lord Your poition of redemption through
light As she opened up the cover and began to read the page Fly, soul, the body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession