I Have Sinned

I have sinned

I wasn’t a beautiful soul

Nor was my talent godsend

Toking girl scout dat’ “God” sent

My plan all along, without the poetry there’d be no Khali

I have sinned

Grinded too hard, you’d think I shredded all the cheese in the refrigerator by now

Wrote my heart out, now I’m heartless

Talked about the most personal stuff that a kid from Newark was capable of

Family dragged me into their drivel, all a sudden

I’m the nigga who owes everyone a cut of my success

My exes drove me insane with their antics, all a sudden

A nigga ain’t shit because he got fed up with you playin’ him

You got it twisted, nigga I ain’t a PlayStation fuck you think this is

Naysayers humiliated the shit out of me, bad enough I was being doubted

To add insult to injury, I heard you say I’ll never amount to anything

I proved otherwise, now I got material that’s making you regret ever sleeping

You don’t need an aid to stay awake, I’m like a blowhorn

Bellowing in your ear with each move dat’ I’m making, everything is random

I calculate nicely, call me an accountant

Balance both sides, each as its own

With quatrains that could eat up your entire debut album, all twelve tracks

Along with the three bonuses on the back

B-sides included

I may have autism, however I’m intrusive as they come

Where do you think I got this accent from

I have sinned

Why was becoming an artist such an intelligent idea

They never told me that I’d open myself up to attacks like this

From my intentions to my character, then to my actual health

I’m asking for you to screw my head up, not the one between my legs

Maybe I should have stayed at UPS

Or became a lawyer instead

Too much risk is involved with this, savage writer’s no savage like the internet says he is

I have sinned

I will not stop unfortunately