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Sep 2010
Small confession to make
Mama said, when I was born
She saw that I was a little sinner
I raised hell like the devil does
Everybody thought It was a bad thing
I dared not to think about that

(chorus)

Look father, I'm a grinder, a grinder
I grind it all out, all out
When I'm at all time low, low
I can't let things get to me now, oh now
Oh no, you know I'm a sinner, a sinner
Mama said it was true, was true
So this is why I came to you, to you...

I'm a rebel without a cause
If so, let that be the case
Let me show you the ways
It wasn't always like this you know?


Another confession to make
Mama said, when I got older
She saw that I was a smooth grinner
I got that little smirk like Elvis does
Everybody thought it was a good thing
I kept thinking about that

(chorus)

I'm a lover with a cause
If so, let that be the case
Let me show you the ways
It was always like this ya know?

Last confession to make
Mama said, When I was born
She saw that I was a little killer
I did malicious things nobody does
Everybody thought it was a scary thing
I can't stop thinking about that

(chorus)

I'm a killer with a cause
If so, let that be the case
Let me show you the ways
It was never like this ya know?
Steven Brett Craig
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Steven Brett Craig  Arizona
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