Confession Booth Lyrics

(Lord keep me near) 

It's what they don't know that kill em' nigga (Your heart and) 

It's what I do know that's killing me 

(Don't you ever let me go) 

I don't wanna talk to no one right now 'cept for God and my momma 

Look 

Behind these bars is a prisoner praying with plans to persevere  

Through pain he only spills on a pad rather than peers 

Claims to be saved by God's grace from his mistakes  

Being poor made him patient how you think he do with (Wait) 

We talked enough bout what circumstance made him do 

I'll never take the stand so I'll use this confession booth 

Never been a Catholic or a pacifist 

Baby Nina with a pacify that I could ration with 

Not a killer or a betting man  

Just more than once a homeless man 

But being broke bother me you should know I'm in tune with cans 

I could tell they rich that's a lick in advance 

God might come tomorrow nuff' time to repent 

Close calls had my heart race and made me tense  

But getting bread gave a fresh look through shawties lens 

I made every choice knowing the risk is lethal 

Kept me undocumented even though I moved illegal  

People 

Thank you  

(Lord keep me near) 

It's what they don't know that kill em' nigga (Your heart and) 

It's what I do know that's killing me 

(Don't you ever let me go)

Specifically

I know I don't deserve the love I get 

I preyed on those who penny pinched 

Played with hearts of hoes I'd bench 

Had em' think they'd marry me 

I judged people for they past  

So they won't embarrass me 

My small group says I detach  

It's cuz I am embarrassing  

No one wants to deal with bad emotions that I won't confront  

I've tried to throw the game be down six God ain't let me punt 

But how do I even the score 

Without living by the sword  

Forgive and forget every battle while I live in a war  

When poverty has you pressed, hood politics guide your steps 

Your sins keep you in debt with your homies, but God forgets 

You walk with Him feeling blessed, bullet hits your sister's head 

The killer's out did some years, homies down to get revenge  

God gon play it cool 

Cuz every time we time we kill a opp He mourn a child He lose 

But every time it's tribulation I try to pick and choose 

Are my good times cuz gang signs changed how cowards moved  

Are my worst times a test by who must have my life approved 

By who must have my life approved 

By who must have my

It's what they don't know that kill em' nigga (Your heart and) 

It's what I do know that's killing me 

Thank you for listening  

(Don't you ever let me go)