My stall

I stole from purses, from wallets and them jackets and from everywhere Jack hates From bags and sacks hid and in pot and cracks Severally talked to get out from them all crevices, even to feign feelings Like to pay out only to stay that jail out Mama told me boy you lost your virtues but deep inside you are this human, and not anymore cause the irresistible sins you stink Wandering around craving and creeping for new vices All this time I knew that sucks cause it wasn't my lucky bunch of life Now this my stall my pedestal am on to deliver this whole back in packs and stacks.