cypher #1 confessions

 

uh he said dear lord forgive me, i know i sin a lot.i sin a lot.

dear lord forgive me forgive me oh

 

listen, he been sittin' reminiscing lookin' at the children

thinkin' what the fuck he been doin'.smokin' that marijuana

wearing gray tee's wit them rip jeans.you didn't have to kno'

him to kno' that he was different.he put his head pointin' to the sky

sayin' dear lord, can you help a nigga?that last one i didn't want to kill

her.she looked straight in the eye before i pulled the trigga,damn.

cops errwhere been looking for a nigga.i've hidin', i've been under cover.

see i'm the serial killa.and man i love my mutha.i would do anything for her.

but lately i've been lyin' to her.she the only one that love me.she raised me

right so i could neva be like my fatha but damn i hate that nigga. i followed the

wrong niggas and end up to be jus like my fatha. man my lil brotha really look

up to a nigga. what type of role model am I? I love my brotha and i don't want

him to end up in the gutta like a nigga. he wanna be a wrestler,i told him to

go hard he could be better than john cena.

 

i was born bad.they always told me to go rehab.i am a bad boy.

always been.they say errbody got good in them but uh uh not this nigga.

i'm a demon child. and maybe someday i'll be good but that's in the after life.

well i guess thats it now. bout to go out side, cops are outside but i ain't

surrendering ima die a solider a serial killa.

 

he said dear lord forgive me, i know i sin a lot.i sin a lot.

dear lord forgive me forgive me oh