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20 years deep in the game, I’m no beginner—
been making deals with demons since days they say is tender.
Enticing are the women, the stimulants, and the liquor.
I wonder how much money I’ve spent being a sinner?

Let’s run the calculation—starting from 16
since then I’ve known better, since then been mixing
Hennesy with anything except the rest of the trash
that’s 100 dollars weekly paid in credit or cash

times that by 52 weeks and 18 years
rounds down to some digits, almost put me to tears—
—cause 90 K to me is not a figure to scoff
and that’s only the beginning of how my sin costs.

Let’s tally in the women—those that need convincing.
Three dates of fun and food equates to 90 a piece
that’s excluding the drinks—bouquets of roses pink.
so factoring that average, we at 200 each

and I couldn’t count the bodies I’ve tried or even had
Its sad but being honest its likely up to a hundred.
the product of these numbers? twenty thousand in cash
could’ve put a kid in college, from my budget for humping

now dump in all the drugs, and things overindulged
like a chic-fil-a sammich, or trips to booty clubs
even if I dont tip—that’s 10 just to get in
but a taste of either option leads to gluttonous sin

well say 50 a week—fast food, and booty cheeks
better yet lets say 100, count days i beat my meat.
—cause some consider time to be more precious than gold
could’ve vested in myself, instead i gave my soul

…and that’s for all the aforementioned

lets paint a bigger picture
the monetary giving to sinning is small britches
when I think about the ditch that I’m digging—for my spirit
I’m sure to be livid, if God comes and I miss him

…Then I try to double back

approach the pearly gates
and the angels’ like wait, “where you going my nigga?”
“your place is down there”, where I see the devil grinning…
cause he knows damnation’s the real price for sinning.