Confession Booth: My Journey Through Faith, Music, and Redemption

When Vinceblack created a platform for local artists to speak openly about their struggles, he gave us more than just a mic — he gave us a space to heal. For me, stepping into the VinceBlack's Confession Booth was both an opportunity to reflect on how challenging this music journey has been, and at the same time, a way to build anticipation for what’s coming next.

What made the experience truly special wasn’t just the recording or the cameras rolling — it was the conversation. Vince and I hadn’t sat down in a while, and reconnecting reminded me why I started making music in the first place. Listening to life and music through his lens was inspiring — the growth, transformation, and evolution in his words gave me fresh perspective. While we agreed on many things, the session still managed to feel like an awakening.

A Catholic in the Booth¶

My piece was written from a Catholic’s perspective — a self-proclaimed sinner stepping into the booth like a confessional. I opened with the line:

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a minute since my last visit…”

From there, I reflected on the burden music once felt like. There was a time when I tried to reject it, even though it kept calling me back — leading me down “sinful” paths, testing my faith, and challenging my purpose.

But the session was not just about guilt — it was about redemption. I ended my verse with a plea — not to be judged by man, because only God can truly judge the path of every soul.

Confession Booth – The Verse¶

Bless me Father for I have sinned
It's been a minute since my last visit
And things been a little extreme
Things of the flash, unclean scenes from the past
I mean scripture says the meek shall inherit the cash, no!!

I put my hands on the forbidden fruit
Danced with the devil in the heat of a cold studio booth
Messing with the naked truths
Caressing curvaceous hooks
I had the sweetest juice in the streets where the bread was sadly minuscule

This music was a calling I rejected
A torturous investment like a promise from a madman
I followed the white rabbit to Morpheus
A battlekat with a glorious purpose low key and all relentless.

I found healing and meaning between the lines of rhythm
Applied philosophical teachings at the time
My eyes opened as the galaxies aligned.
Time flies, I've been a pilot in the stratosphere of mind.

I wrote gospels in the ink of the streets
Moulded psalms into bars with a devilish beat
A soul assassin with a master sword I carry the heat
And hold grudges like a mother force-feeding a kid

God grant me the serenity to bear things that won’t change
And the courage to alter what I can
Give me the wisdom to decipher the difference
Hand me a pistol to pop a demon defiling my path

I’m a sinner sick of psychos seen as idols
Seeking superior titles in a system full of blind disciples
Of course I believe in God the All without a rival
Incorporeal — y’all can miss me with all anthropomorphic titles

Been hollering as above so below
But in the context of the cosmos nothing’s up, none below
Since reality’s an illusion I don’t judge I let it flow
So, judge me not ‘cause only God knows the path of every soul.

What This Means to Me¶

The Confession Booth session reminded me that music is not just entertainment — it’s testimony. It’s pain, it’s prayer, and it’s purpose. Sharing my piece was less about impressing anyone and more about freeing myself from the weight I’ve carried.

As I prepare to drop my next project, I want listeners to feel that same liberation. I want them to know that no matter how far they’ve strayed, there’s always a way back — to God, to purpose, to themselves.