I'm back, and I'm ready to hit back
Turn this off if you're into chitchat
Throw your headphones on and sit back
You're about to go on a ten chapter ride that can change your life
So it's your job to listen and my job to write
MJ 23 of this poetry, I'm a lot like Mike
And there's nothing off-limits when I'm on this mic
It's my job to bait you, and it's your job to bite
After all, I'm a fisher of men
Who just happens to be a wordsmith with this pen
So welcome ladies and welcome gents
You might love me or think I'm crazy when this ends
Fans love my poetry, bloggers love my sins
Got proposition for sex in every city I went
Five hundred dollars if you tell us which hotel room he's in
You've seen me on these screens, but have you seen these sins?
Don't try to reason, it won't make sense
And you might not like me, and you might think I'm a nuisance
But good thing nobody buys your album or gives a penny for your two cents
Clayton and Clayton, shoutout to my two friends
I feel like I'm starting to become myselves again
I'm starting to pick up the Bible, rifle, shotgun, and pills off these shelves again
I'm starting to unload these shells again
I'm trying my hardest to pickup shells again
Arabelle loves it when daddy plays with those shells
Our lives became show and tell
Everyone tuned in online when they thought I fell
"He's a hero" or "he's a heathen"
Oh well, you think you know me well?
Mainstream Christian media, souls they sell
And overpriced merchandise
I gotta be careful and word this right
These off-brand Christian websites need to get a life
And to the magazine Charisma
I'm sorry that I dissed ya
It's just that you're a trash site with lies and slander
To the clueless, you pander
And you use names to get clicks
Just like Pulpit & Piss, it's sick
All of these sites try so hard to stay relevant
So they trash people with lies like "to Hell with them"
Three years ago, Charisma and other Christian sites lied about me
But thank God my followers never doubted me
And when my enemies crowded me, the Tell the World family got a little rowdy
And we got to givin' it back
Sometimes you have to punch bullies in the mouth and give 'em a slap
The Bible says turn the other cheek
Dear bullies, left or right buttcheek this week?
To catch one of these guys who wrote about my family on the street
Oh boy, I'm wishin'
"But Clayton, you gotta act like a Christian
They just lack attention"
I know, I know, and money is their mission
A lotta people hear me, but few people listen
And it's time we stop treating women in the church like they were made for the kitchen
Especially when some of them can out preach half of you
You laugh out loud, but you know it's true
This is a tell-all CD
Who's gonna stop me?
I'm not signed to a label, so who's gonna drop me?
I walk around [?] loaded, like who's gonna pop me
I call it pain, and you call it cocky
Stop acting like you know me when you're not me
I have nightmares that I'm standing before God, and He sends me to Hell
But why, God, why?! Why did you do this to me?!
I dream I'm in Hell, and I can't get set free
And all I can think about are the memories of me
When I lived for myself, and I refused to believe
And suddenly through the mud, I see it's You
And it's always been You
Standing there telling me to just come Home
I've been seen by millions of people but still feel so alone
So come Home, come Home
I called You a thousand times on the phone, and You never picked up once
And I kept calling for months
I tried to move You off Your throne, but You weren't budging
You're King of everything, I'm king of nothing
But where were You, God, when I was at my lowest?
Secretly sitting in the tub with thoughts of slitting my wrists
A prayer didn't help me, my daughter did
Because she opened the door, and she walked in
And I hid the razor and gave her a kiss
She's halfway to two now
Teaching me to be a father 'cause I barely knew how
My dad always put ministry over family
And that's not a dig at him
At least he didn't stand on stages but secretly sin
That was me, his middle child
And for my fans from way back, this ride's been a little wild
But thank you for hanging with me
And I'm not there yet, but there's a person I'm aiming to be
And someday I'll fall at His feet
But right now, I'm trying to get near Him
This is my choice, but I can't hear You
I guess only Your sheep hear Your voice