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