Piano Soliloquy - Michel Gentile, Daniel Kelly & Rob Garcia

I left my daddy round '97, he was lazy Couldn't hit the grind but making babies, I'm crazy Smoking bouquet cop it from my niggas pushing daisies Like a romance, push a nigga buttons like a program I been on the Jäger for a day-ger watch me slow dance Tough as Conan this the art of barbarian I got four white girls all Aryan I wonder what their daddy think fuck 'em, it's a revolution Fuck it, fuck 'em, take a break, let 'em fuck each other I ain't your everyday normal brother, porno lover She savin' children by the low and guzzle, what is muscle? And I'm finessing like I'm Timmy Duncan, win you something Immaculate, this scatter rapping, no passing my blunt Don't you put me on freshman covers, I'm posing with lunch Think they worthy of presence presently passing 'em up No competing with bleachers jogging I'm running a muck Sweet Jesus, I fuck around and need a street sweeper Leave the bodies on the cul-de-sac, follow me the cult is back Sippin' on that cognac and that Jim Jones Watching movies like damn that Vince Vaughn is a funny cat Fred Claus and the Kelly up in your closet Belly full of smog again, ciggys just make me nauseous Wonder how the fuck you let a nigga make you cautious But you jamming out to fucking Marilyn and Ozzy shit Ponzi scheme selling everybody dreams Killer like your neighbour, I'm as nice everybody seems We just breaking bad and my brother serving Walter White Hope he ain't caught with that possession like a poltergeist Momma, where the Priests at? Why we gotta lease that? Why we can't own that? All these fed loaners Ain't no forewarning came bombing and I'm just Vietnam If you gon' be trippin' like a bitch, you should be a mom, see the son

What have I done sweet Jesus what have I done Become a thief in the night become a dog on the run Have I fallen so far and is the hour so late that nothing remains but the cry of my hate The cries in the dark that nobody hears; here where I stand, at the turning of the years If there's another way to go, I missed it 20 long years ago My life was a war that could never be won, they gave me a number, murdered Val Jean when they chained me and left me for dead just for stealing a mouthful of bread Yet why did I allow that man, to touch my soul and teach me love He treated me like any other, he gave me his trust, he called me brother My life he claims for God above, can such things be For I had come to hate the world, this world that always hated me Take an eye for an eye Turn your heart into stone This is all I have lived for This is all I have known One word from him and I'd be back, beneath the lash upon the rack Instead he offers me my freedom, I feel my shame inside me like a knife He told me that I had a soul How does he know What spirit comes to move my life Is there another way to go I am reaching, but I fall And the night is closing in, as I stare into the void: to the whirlpool of my sin I'll escape now from the world, from the world of Jean Val Jean Jean Val Jean is nothing now, another story must begin