I’m Not a Saint

歌詞

I'm not perfect I'm not perfect That ain't right That ain't right That ain't right That ain't right Animosity surround me And it's all because I found me How deceptive can the clown be? Enough to leave the frowns upon the face of those who foul me So much evil in my mindstate Many think that they can define Yates But can not tame the wicked primate Who preaches sinful thoughts and lead the listeners on blind faith I didn't mean to hurt a soul here But my inner demon has no fear Of making choices that'll make you po' tears Black transparent flies show me that the soul near I see 'em then they disappear quickly Could this be some other shadows signaling the sickly? Forgive me Good people, I gotta let them know before they pick me I tell 'em (I'm not a saint,) no, (oh my Lord) I'm crying out I'm crying out I tell 'em (I'm not a saint,) no, (oh my Lord) That ain't right That ain't right That ain't right That ain't right Brian Dennis was in love with her I exchanged kisses and hugs with her I never should've but I dugged in her Never say no names but her thing was that she loved pictures Another nigga told my nigga His reply to me was "Why, nigga?" I learned my vices, they divide niggas Had a chance to say I'm sorry and then he died Man... So hurt that I couldn't stand Meanwhile my dark blob expands And touching my loved ones dissolving their helping hands My heart loves My brain takes They never know they stepping with a bane date I put a gun to my insane face That way your loving hearts I can't break I tell 'em (I'm not a saint,) no, (oh my Lord) I'm crying out I'm crying out I tell 'em (I'm not a saint,) no, (oh my Lord) That ain't right That ain't right That ain't right That ain't right Black transparent flies again Could be spots on your eyes, my friend I thought that the love was gonna try to win But now I see I'm stuck in here to see the evil rise again My brain is so gung-ho This all started when I was young though This thing I won't keep running from, so I got molested by my seventh grade teacher, Mrs. I tell 'em (I'm not a saint,) no, (oh my Lord) I'm crying out I'm crying out I tell 'em (I'm not a saint,) no, (oh my Lord) That ain't right That ain't right That ain't right That ain't right Damn, to the people who love me, I apologize for me back then I was intoxicated, I was on drugs, and now there's a new me Now let's turn up