We ain't shit to em sitting at the bottom trying to claw ur way back up... their tongues seems to flip on shit they know nothing of... feeling eyes looking down on self like we ain't written the time... knowing damn well the fall jus help correct our own state of minds... watching the judgement's passed around as they come full circle to be heard... able to witness who's who is a fucked up scene as sight focuses from the blur... from friends to foes it's so r caked family that hurts the most... quick to disown us with hidden intent to apart better than the roast... as laughs behind backs chatter from fake lips that can't help bur to mumble... for if it were face to face the swelling would feel the impact of a bitch slap as their body tumbles... puttin truths in the table due to characters are being played... feeding others sine bs when they can't even say the shit standing face to face... we are shunned when choices of depending on another to thrive collapse... losing everything due to being faulted when they twist the facts... yet once we fight long enough n life bounces back to find comfort without the struggle... those who swung blows will be the first to pretend they've worn a muzzle... smiling more than they did when spit flung from their childish ways... n all one hasta do is listen to the wind carry our names... jus to see the email insert words into the rear of our own need in them... as the heart shuts down so they cannot reach us fir it was us they refused to defend...
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