A Rite of Passage

Cut, cut, cut, cutting myself down to pieces

Too hard on myself it would seem

That everyone could see my self-worth but me

I'll take a stand devise plans

Figure it out

I'll take my cuts and stitch them up

With sutures of pure cement and

And I've realized

There's no right way to go

So what if

I'm a sinner

I've got black spots on my liver

And cancer grown on both my lungs

We take everything we know

About ourselves and put them in

A diary in a firing

Scrutiny blown on me now

I think I'm ready to go

Back, back, back, back to the crooner in question

I sure hope you all like my songs

Well maybe

I put too much talk in my rhymes

And melodies so stunning brainwashing minds

From day one

I took pride in my

Pure and honest intentions

And I've realized

There's no right way to go

So what if

I'm a sinner

I've got black spots on my liver

And cancer grown on both my lungs

We take everything we know

About ourselves and put them in

A diary in a firing

Scrutiny blown on me now

I think I'm ready to go

And I've realized

That I don't wanna be judged no more

And I've realized

There's no right way to go

So what if

I'm a sinner

I've got black spots on my liver

And cancer grown on both my lungs

We take everything we know

About ourselves and put them in

A diary in a firing

Scrutiny blown on me now

I think I'm ready to go...

I think I'm ready to go!