The Apology

I wanna apologize for ya’ll bein in my path
When I just didn’t give a fuck.
You were subjects of my wrath
while I ran through Vicenza amuck.
I was in the recovery process from being struck
In the heart by she who had my heart, heh, what luck.
Now, I’m not tryin’ to make any excuses for the errors I’ve committed ya see
But do realize I was a bit conflicted and chose the less noble route, ya feel me?
How’s a man supposed to go about,
getting back stabbed by the one that made him go roundabout?
I couldn’t sit back and pout,
so I chose a different route.
I packed my bags, got the fuck out.
Started to reason and put everything into doubt.

(Chorus x2)
I’m not sorry for doing anything I did,
But I’m sorry for you having to experience it.
If it wasn’t then I wouldn’t care one bit,
About the shit that I plan to spit.

What should I do Thoth?!
I could just kill them both. (You outta your mind)
But murder is something thou ought not doth. (That’s right)
Instead, Imma jump knee deep in broth, (But why?)
Filled with European grade A meat, (You’re losing sight)
Have ‘em reverse onto me, pull out,
skeet, skeet, skeet all over their booty
wash, rinse, repeat, next beat
and settle for a different sin, adultery. (You’re gonna cause a fight)
I think its what is fair, justly. (Don’t stray from the light)
To do whatever is gonna be pleasing, (Not within my might)
No one would ever suspect me. (Don’t lie)
Look, I’m revered, see?! (Let go of Pride)
I’m as good a soldier as can be, (You might die)
I’ll get out of whatever mess, no worries! (That’s it, you’ve gone blind)

(Chorus x2)
I’m not sorry for doing anything I did,
But I’m sorry for you having to experience it.
If it wasn’t then I wouldn’t care one bit,
About the shit that I plan to spit.


Damn, I’m in a serious predicament.
1, some hoe said I got her pregnant,
2, Getting’ investigated for a married bitch I been wit,
and 3, receivin’ death threats from her has been.
I’m just not gonna admit to shit,
They can’t prove anything I did!
Oh wait. She said I had something different,
Which would substantiate
And eventually incriminate me,
On the act that could eliminate me.
I shoulda thought of the consequences
But I was swinging for the fences.
Now it comes down to covering my traces,
Do I pull out the scalpel to remove all evidence?
No, I can’t…it doesn’t make any sense.
It’s who I am, I don’t want any regrets.
I’ll take whatever comes like a man,
Since I put myself in this situation
I can’t be an individual of fixation.
Let me turn back to honesty,
And see if the truth really shall set me free.