I am a sinner.
I guess you can call me an outcast, an unbeliever, a wretch,
Someone not fit to be in the church.
But before you judge me and start to call me names, please try to understand me.
My mom birthed me before thirteen,
And her prince charming wasn’t charming enough to come find me…
So I grew up without a father, no role model,
Just me in this big empty bubble.
But, I was lucky…
I found some brothers who knew how to live this life.
They told me to smoke that weed or forever remain lonely
And I believed it…
Gosh!! It felt good.
That smoke nourished my lungs and fed my brain with all kinds of great ideas, I was on top of the world people… and I loved it.
Then they told me to pull the trigger or forever remain broke.
What…. Broke?
Naa… not my portion.
I clung to that gun and pulled the trigger with every mental high.
Each poo poo pao gave me a financial fly,
Enough to pay for all my needs and wants.
And I clung to that job… at least I had I job.
But now confined to this cell, all I have is regrets and the broken pieces of my existence.
I live every single day with tears in my heart cos I’m too ashamed to cry.
My wild-life friends have all erased me
And this fazes me.
So before you judge, please try to understand me.
My Dear Christians, I know I’m not Holy, but neither of you is.
So quit trying to make me feel like I’m the only one in this boat.
I may be guilty but I’ve got Christ.
And when he died on that cross, he died for me.
So call me what you will, but I’m forgiven, saved and revived,
No blot was left unerased,
No mistake left uncorrected,
Or debt unpaid.
So I will sing with my notes high
And move my body in dance to the Most High,
Cos I’m high and intoxicated with love…
And by the grace of God, I’m no longer guilty.
So before you open your Bibles to judge me, just know… even Jesus Christ didn’t judge me.
–Clem
