I'm Not A Saint Lyrics - Tech N9ne

I'm not perfect 

I'm not perfect 

That ain't right 

That ain't right 

That ain't right 

That ain't right 

Animosity surround me 

And it's all because I found me 

How deceptive can the clown be? 

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

So much evil in my mindstate 

Many think that they can define Yates 

But can not tame the wicked primate 

Who preaches sinful thoughts and lead the listeners on blind faith 

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I didn't mean to hurt a soul here 

But my inner demon has no fear 

Of making choices that'll make you po' tears 

Black transparent flies show me that the soul near 

I see 'em then they disappear quickly 

Could this be some other shadows signaling the sickly? 

Forgive me 

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

I tell 'em (I'm not a saint,) no, (oh my Lord) 

I'm crying out 

I'm crying out 

I tell 'em (I'm not a saint,) no, (oh my Lord) 

That ain't right 

That ain't right 

That ain't right 

That ain't righ 

Photos 

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 thing 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 stepping with a bane date 

I put a gun to my insane face 

That way your loving hearts I can't break 

I tell 'em (I'm not a saint,) no, (oh my Lord) 

I'm crying out 

I'm crying out 

I tell 'em (I'm not a saint,) no, (oh my Lord) 

That ain't right 

That ain't right 

That ain't right 

That ain't righ 

Black transparent flies again 

Could be spots on your eyes, my friend 

I thought that the love was gonna try to win 

But now I see 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 7th grade teacher, Mrs. [censored] 

I tell 'em (I'm not a saint,) no, (oh my Lord) 

I'm crying out 

I'm crying out 

I tell 'em (I'm not a saint,) no, (oh my Lord) 

That ain't right 

That ain't right 

That ain't right 

That ain't righ 

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

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

Now let's turn up.