I knew there was a time is start cutting mutha fuckas off... Once I went down that road of truths n got lost... Watching others point n talk n not know the details that confined me... Seems the tone about circled back to snip a few leaves... Allowing them to blow with the wind like chatter whispered behind backs... Knowing not a damn one them had clarification of the facts... As judgement reigned down even from so called family that spoiled in my mind... Realigning alliances that created a perfect picture of this who that could never lie... At the lowest point where the return needed a friend... Seems tendencies couldn't help themselves to turn a cheek when eyes looked away unable to take defense... N the deadline came when the upward climb showed work put in settled lips babbling like bafoons... Knowing if the lights were go out in a quiet room the vibe alone would move... Foes smiled no matter how close they pretend to exchange hidden disrespects... As the woodwork opens for em one at a time to come out like some infestation of insects... Resenting the luv once held on the twist as knives are slowly removed from the back... I am in Sunday with one thing n that is fuckin facts... Removing the serpents that caused a tear of their own... No matter who it be that downplayed me at the bottom when I felt I had no one looking up at imaginary thrones...
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