Confessions (Alternate Version)

(album: Forgotten Freshness, Vol. 6 - 2019)

Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side

Father (hey), I confess for doing it
I had a brain (yes), but life had to ruin it (gone)
Screw in it (thoughts), twist it, infect it (kill)
Dissect it (spit), don't respect it (blood)
When you put me in a cage full of animals (creepy)
Savages (killers), and cold-blooded cannibals (monsters)
I can't help but become what's around me ([?])
Tried to run, but they found me, surround me (shit)
Then they choke ya (squeeze), and provoke ya (tease)
Try to smoke ya, turn you into a joker (ease)
I tried to rip it off (wait), but its all I know (it's)
The only thing I ever knew (me), so what to do?
Look at you (never), a bigot 'til your growing old (evil)
Your growing mold, with a soul that's freezing cold (so?)
So I confess (yes), but even if I'm all wrong
I'll be down with the clown till I'm dead and gone

Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side

I confess, this lady had a purse (old), so I took it (snatch)
I took it home, opened it up, and shook it (look)
She had papers (comb), lipstick and nail polish (shit)
Credit cards and about twenty-seven dollars (change)
I bought a fifth (liquor), drank it and laid there (stoned)
It seemed like I could see the purse everywhere (bone)
On the light post (look), by this mail box (look)
I tried to run from it (where?), I ran a couple blocks (look!)
But there it was, on the side walk, waiting for me (shit!)
It tried to lure me to it (stop!), I had to fucking do it (no!)
I picked it up ([?]), and stuck my fucking hand in it (Agh)
It was full of rats (Ah!), and they fucking bit it off (Why?)
Father I confess, I'm a criminal (a thief!)
But my worlds too subliminal, around me (everywhere!)
Look at them (Look!), all the wicked masses (everybody!)
That's why I'm down with the clown till I'm ashes

Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side

It's like a circus, a wicked carnival
Everybody's got a ticket, they're looking
For the freaks, to point and gawk at
Look at yourself, the joke's on you, Jack

Southwest down, clown love with a street gang (Whoop whoop!)
And I'ma represent. This time, my brains hang
Father, I confess; I'm the first to admit it
But if you burn my city down, I'm going out with it

My mother is a park ([?]). My father's a street sign (ghetto)
And they brought me up fine. I respect mine (I love them)
I've become what's all around me
I confess, I'm down with the clown for life...

Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
(Down with the clown for life!)
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
(I confess to ya!)
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
(Down with the clown for life!)
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
(Accept my confession!)
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
(I'm down with the clown for life! A life!)
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
(I confess to ya!)
Yes, I confess, but I really could care less
(I'll be down! Down with the clown for life!)
Father, I tried, but they wasn't on my side
(I confess to ya! For life!)