hold your fate Confess your shame No one here will miss your face Carry the blame You're a snake in true disguise Confess your shame, you carry the blame Confess
I hold your fate Confess your shame No one here will miss your face Carry the blame You're a snake in true disguise Confess your shame, you carry the blame Confess
talk with God You're so frustrated, worryin' 'bout your bread And some mornings, you don't even wanna get out the bed When you lose too much too bad
fe trod go a east and trod go a west And the north and the south fe find which gal best But no lie say me lie me have fe confess The Don Raja me want
cringe on the fringe sloppy mincing eyedropping biopsy cyclops overlooks optic options rotton showstopper skinpopper babbler dabbler self confessed criminal
- just one for today something pure to call my own surprise... surprise - the backward syndrom iA'm too damn honest canA't pretend that everythingA's
your depth Can you look inside an angels eyes and see a wave of fear? Something may not be as pure as she would Have you think, my dear Don't expect too
could teach me lessons 1 to 10 And on the second, first impression I can see how things go wrong I know this isn't my confession If it was it would take too
weather No good-bye kiss or long love letter Don't orchestrate my life Just be-bop Must I take pills for stability? With you I can hardly speak Must I confess
they spread Tongues will have to confess Organize and centralize come as one Our seeds shall be so many more than sand Some new and replenish pure and clean heart For too
One by one, the young will fall, indoctrinating process growing Some too weak to fight at all, who controls their future? God above or God below, questions
was nowhere left to hide Too slow was their reaction They were thrown back off their feet Their throats were filled with panic As they stared as harsh defeat Too
trembling arms She looked around her nervously as guilt rose in her heart But the sway of curiosity had drawn her out too far She wavered on the threshold
The incomprehensibility of A love so pure Too good to be true It seems This preposterous act of empathy Unveiling my insufficiency The will of God accomplished
the broom dance, the "hokey pokey," baked goods, & father riley making sure the lights don't go down too low... Father riley and various party
must confess that I shed a silent smile for you - it had really blown my mind, I wonder, are you still so kind? Are you still so pure? There are other
, you meant to kill him at first but now you aint sure. You snitching on errbody nigga you ??? Could never be a pussy nigga cause I'm too pure, before
this He's working too hard to feel this The second guessin' 'Coz you never know when the guy upstair's blessin' Or testin' you in session Better be ready for confession
