Not My Confession (Memphis Rap)

Intro

Yeah... this ain't a confession, this a canvas

Verse 1

Pen to the page, turn a page to a stage, set a scene, watch it rage

Every line that I write, they mistake for my life, like the ink is a cage

Man project their own weight, call it fate, make my art a debate

I'm the author not the war, not the villain in the score, I'm the voice they can't erase

Verse 2

Say I'm cold 'cause I told of a road that I know, but the route ain't my code

Fiction blur with the real, that's the deal when I build, that's the skill that I hold

Story ain't a diary, only theory that they carry, gettin' scary how they bury who I am

Every wraith that they see when they stare is an echo of despair, not a picture of me there

Hook

I'm the author not a witness, don't confuse the two

Every verse ain't a picture of the person that's talking to you

Paint the pain, tell the tales, but I ain't confessing my personal truth

Project what you want, still won't own what you assume

(Still won't own what you assume)

Verse 3

Funny how a tune turn a mirror when they stare

Everybody find a version of they own self layin' there

Man see darkness in the verses, say it's proof of what I feel

But the demon that they chasing is a demon of their own, not mine, it's surreal

(Not mine, it's surreal)

Verse 4

Turn a metaphor to evidence, a bar into a crime

Screenshot every couplet, build a case out of a rhyme

But the pen don't work like that, the ink don't hold a name

Every character I claim ain't a portrait of the same

Pre-Chorus

Enough with the guessing, done with the chase

Tired of the readin' between every word I say

Hook

I'm the author not a witness, don't confuse the two

Every verse ain't a picture of the person that's talking to you

Paint the pain, tell the tales, but I ain't confessing my personal truth

Project what you want, still won't own what you assume

(Still won't own what you assume)

Bridge

This is the pen, not the person

This is the art, not the verdict

Every bar that I'm servin'

Ain't a crime, it's a service

(It's a service)

I don't owe you the real

I just owe you the feel

What I hide stays hidden

What I bare, I chose to

(I chose to)

Break

Create, reflect, create, deflect

Create, reflect, create, deflect

Verse 5

I write the fall, I write the fight, I write the flaws and grace

Don't mean I lived the story just because I wrote the pace

So when you dig for my confession in a verse I made up clean

You reveal your own obsession, not a window to my scene

(A window to my scene)

Outro