Confess - Qusai, Lady G, D-Light

Confess, confess?

How can you believe in others if you can’t believe in yourself?

You gotta have hope, faith, and knowledge, let it out

Stop lying and quit that nonsense

Yeah, sometimes, man, just gotta get it off your chest, you know what I mean?

Let’s go, hey, yeah

Let me confess like when I talk to a priest

But it’s so much better when I talk to these beats

I walk the streets feeling all this weight on my shoulders

Like regrets and negativity are takin' over

So, I let it out of me by writing these rhymes for this music

I do lay my life on the line

I’m an open book for whoever will read

But I sometimes think that I’ll never succeed, I’ll never be free

Just another man with some chains

Pray to escape from this prison like Andy Dufresne

Can I refrain from being just a slave for the bucks?

So, keep my eyes off these many fly ladies who lust

I must admit that I get a bit and crazy nuts

I’m paranoid that my boys’ll start breaking my trust

I’m lazy as fuck when it comes to getting in shape

But that’s enough for my secrets, please, get out my face, hey!

I gotta confess, get shit off my chest

'Cause I won’t settle for less, praying for God’s bless

Gotta defeat the stress that keeps me depressed

The ultimate test, so I can be the best

I gotta confess, get shit off my chest

'Cause I won’t settle for less, praying for God’s bless

Gotta defeat the stress that keeps me depressed

The ultimate test, so I can be the best

Dear Lord, forgive me father, but I’ve gotta confess

If anything else, it’s just put the drama to rest

'Cause inside me it’s like the stress is rottin' my flesh

And it stalls my emotions, I’ve got none to express

So, now I’m feeling like I’m under the rest

Know it comes from the depths of the subconscious

The thought’s preposterous but

I lock 'em up just like I’m done with the rest

Jesus Christ is the one, I’m stressed, yes

I’m trying to put things together, still nothing connects

I know the truth but y’all quick to hold it under my breath

Because I’m scared of what my trouble reflects

So, like a thief in the night, right?

I’m trying hard to cover my steps

I’m a next drug dealer, current pot smoker

I won’t stop talkin' all about my biz like a stockbroker, hoe

This is not a game, no, it’s not poker

So, get out my space, crazy, thinking I will not smoke

I gotta confess, get shit off my chest

'Cause I won’t settle for less, praying for God’s bless

Gotta defeat the stress that keeps me depressed

The ultimate test, so I can be the best

I gotta confess, get shit off my chest

'Cause I won’t settle for less, praying for God’s bless

Gotta defeat the stress that keeps me depressed

The ultimate test, so I can be the best

I’m a threat to my own existence 'cause I smoke

Every time I hit the club I order Henney and Coke

And the women, shit, man, I lost count its giving

I eat junk food like it’s my last day living

Will I ever change?

Probably not, I’m really being honest

But commitment is a must, so, I’ll begin with a promise

That I should start but it might take some time

I guess patience is my friend 'til the end of the line

Went from the back to the middle to the front

And I’ve learned not to go after something that I really want

Keep your fingers crossed, lads, it’s what they telling me

But as soon as they dip and ghost they envy me

They keep pushing me away, or is it just me?

I’m on the edge now, is it too late to see?

I gambled with my life and I lost more than twice

I didn’t play it right so now I’m paying the price

So, disclose, admit that you did something wrong

Acknowledge and declare

That’s a confession to Allah and to self

You know what I’m sayin?

I gotta confess, get shit off my chest

'Cause I won’t settle for less, praying for God’s bless

Gotta defeat the stress that keeps me depressed

The ultimate test, so I can be the best

I gotta confess, get shit off my chest

'Cause I won’t settle for less, praying for God’s bless

Gotta defeat the stress that keeps me depressed

The ultimate test, so I can be the best

I gotta confess, get shit off my chest

'Cause I won’t settle for less, praying for God’s bless

Gotta defeat the stress that keeps me depressed

The ultimate test, so I can be the best

You know sometimes, you have to portray yourself

So confess

Don Legend, 2007