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!