God forgive me
Yet i gotta tell what i see
Better than to be humiliated
Better to know now than later than to end up with hatred
The stench sealed inside thee
Like a can of tuna, Each cling with the opener ready to come out of metal Thee
Yet No shower
No reason to smile like thee flower
Happy as you are
Never thee Go far
Going to work is hard enough without the odour that follows from your house into work and into your car
Here it goes on and on while Faith comes from cleansiness God likes this and thee won't go far with this stench following thee...
God gave us everything and we can't be Clean...
You can be so much more lean
So much more successful and inside you can be clean
A shower awaits thee
In a bad way
I am not to say
Just the humiliation i don't want you to get hurt
So i tell you this so i don't get hurt
God knows why i tell you this
Better than to lie in hiding
Getting over churned in tiding
