paroles de chanson Confession Booth - Eknock

(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)