Artist: Vishiss
Song: My Confession
Typed by: Underground (dbroeksmit@sbcglobal.net)

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[Verse 1]
Okay I got some women issues, I admit it-I'm a man
But its okay ladies, you can come and take my by the hand
And understand why it is that I am the way that I am
Not because I can, but it's really because of Dianne
She was molested as a child by an older man
Part of the family, he's married to her fuckin' aunt
"Uncle Rob put his hands in my panties, mom"
"So did Tom, really mom, please make daddy stop"
"I'm coming clean, you can't ignore the police"
I guess if that's what it took for the whore to have peace
I give a year for the poor girl's torment to cease
So somehow that I ended up facin' a 4-15
Remember Uncle Rob? You see, he kept him a journal
That went in depth about him and how he molested this girl
It said something about Seth's gonna take her away
And if I was takin' her from him then he was makin' me pay
I was livin' careless, crazy but mindin' my own
Finally off of probation and tryna find me a home
When I received a warrant at one of my places of business
It said you need a bond; it should only take you a minute
Look there's no bond, what the hell is CSC, in the 3rd degree
But I didn't have ESP, uh, I didn't know it's like her dad was the governor
He was mad at me when everybody was fuckin' her
So I went where the warrant told me to go
Faggot Verndale, it's like boys town, only it's cold
They said "trust me, they wont even think it's important, I'm honest"
They said almost anything that was just short of a promise
That's when I first learned that she was molested and raped
I was young and had sex and I confessed it on tape
So I'ma take my confession and press it on CD
And give it out to the world, so let the prophecy be

[Chorus]
My life feels like its slippin' away from me
And it ain't comin' back, I guess its just because I'm from the other side of the tracks
Sometimes I feel like I need to get out of here
And never come back, just go old and die silent where ever I'm at

[Verse 2]
But this is where it starts, here's where it all gets bumpy
Tryna tear apart my life, here's Audrey Humphrey
Remember me you little fat ass gremlin?
Guess whose back with his bad ass temper?
I know you tried to get me so many times
I told you I was gonna blow with these rhymes
If it was up to you bitch, I'd've never gotten the chance
That's why on every Tuesday, you had me droppin' my pants
Embarrassed 'n shit, as if that isn't enough
Somebody watched me hold my dick when I would piss in a cup
Forget this, fuck you I'm droppin' dirty
Supposed to work at nine, you stupid bitch its 11:30
And you wonder why I can't hold a job
You almost cost a decent man to get a gat and go rob
You forced a man to get a handful of rocks
And sell 'em, then you keep 'em longer ‘cause he ran from the cops
But it's all good, 'cause then I sell 'em at home
Spent half of my life at 1200 North Telegraph Rode
I know you love me and think so much of me
But suck a dick bitch, fuck you Ms Humphrey

(Chorus)

[Verse 3]
Why do you hate me, because I'm useless and flat broke?
Or 'cause when you was in school, kids used to make fat jokes
And you don't care that I'm here with child molesters
And murderers, and billy clubs, and metal detectors
All I got is socks and underwear, my commencery
Picture your kid callin' you from here, like "Mom, it's scary"
I guess it was stupid to challenge her
Now all they gave me to entertain me's a calendar
Gee thanks, now I can count the fuckin' days better
Everyday, same slags and this grey sweater
Not that I'm evil, but cops aren't better people
Just because of what happened at the fuckin' World Trade Center
I wrote raps, stayed focused to stay calm
Did my homework, honin' my skills, playin' along
Did my time, finished probation and paid the fines
And stayed in line, thanks to my rhymes today I'm signed

(Chorus)