Brain freeze

I ain't stressing calling upon a blessing & hell yeah I sin on a daily which is all apart of my confession
& yeah I say fuck it alot just not giving a shyt confined & redefined in the poetry that I spit so quit ya hating with the vines of your pointless fainting.        Just  call me the sinner of all sinners yet saint I could be for its biblical ologies all inside of me
but I get so wraistred & faded that my own flesh hated but ummm I'm so numb
numb to the feeling so I rephase that I'm chilling like a villian on a hit greasy ceiling something I just enjoy saying that holds not significant meaning but perhaps maybe it do but since I can only be me why the fuck will I reveal it to you