I’m Not a Saint - Tech N9ne

I’m not perfect

(I'm not a saint, oh my lord)

That ain’t right

Animosity surround me

And it’s all because I found me

How deceptive can the clown be

Enough to leave frowns upon the face of those who found me

So much evil in my mind state

Many think that they can define Yates

But cannot tame the wicked primate

Who preach his sinful thoughts and lead the listeners on blind faith

I didn’t mean to hurt a soul here

But my inner demon has no fear

Of making choices that’ll make you pour tears

Black transparent flies show me that the soul’s near

I see 'em then they disappear quickly

Cause this be some other shadows signaling the sickly?

Forgive me

Good people, I gotta let them know before they pick me

I tell them

(I'm not a saint) No. (oh my lord)

I’m crying out

(Oh my Lord!)

I’m crying out.

(Oh my Lord!)

That ain’t right!

Brian Dennis was in love with her

I exchanged kisses and hugs with her

I never should’ve but I dugged in her

Never say no names but her thang was that she loved pictures

Another nigga told my nigga

His reply to me was «Why nigga?»

I learned my vices, they divide niggas

Had a chance to say I’m sorry and then he died

Man…

So hurt that I couldn’t stand

Meanwhile my dark blob expands

And touching my loved ones dissolving their helping hands

My heart loves

My brain takes

They never know they steppin' with a date

I put a gun to my insane face

That way your loving hearts I can’t break

Black transparent flies again

Could be spots on your eyes my friend

I thought that the love was gonna win

But now I see that I’m stuck in here to see the evil rise again

My brain is so gung-ho

This all started when I was young though

This thing I won’t keep running from so:

I got molested by my seven-grade teacher Mrs.

That ain’t right!

Damn… To the people who love me, I apologize for me back then.

I was intoxicated, I was on drugs, now there’s a new me.

Now let’s turn up.