dear lord i wanna make a confesson,been doing dirt all my life seems like i still havnt learned lifes lesson,cant leave my porch without a bullet proof vest and smith & wesson,the devil steady testin,im trying hard not to lose my blessons. consider this my confession. thought i ment the woman of my dreams,but shes only in my dreams.bad breaks and mistakes love pain and heart ache.how much more can i take. misused energy,intities take control of me,as i consume the potions manifested by mans hand.Unseen things one knows exsist fomulas and concoctions,prepared by scientist,countries ruled by unseen fist,we live by faith from wich we believe the results from powers the eyes cant conceive.the very ingredience of dreams the air we breathe. who am i, truth and falsehood strangly mixed, illuminated from the fog of religeion and polutics drugs and sex be my crusifix.now my deamon is loose again,kundi buffer,im suffering.u lost my best friend,i play pretend shell come back again. THIS IS MY Confession. This track is a reflection of thoughts and feelings I've meditated on.