Heart heavy,
beat steady,
hummin’ through my drum and
denying your existence with persistence,
not really, denial,
only comes for a trial,
period,
and your brain learns to resist it,
“I be iight”, I insisted
while feeling like a lowly cad for feeling bad
for some shit I didn’t even really do.
My perspective always skewed,
and the guilt don’t come unglued,
even if you take it back, son, I’m astute,
I know the evils that you spew
when you’re not amused  always the truth,
retractions don’t negate the hate that skimmed your bottom tooth,
and apologies stack so high they wobble and graze the roof,
but is the shit really sincere if it’s apology #8532?
or is it just some candy bullshit, said to appease the mood
just bringing shit to the table, cause you seem to not have a clue
that motherfuckers are onto your childish tricks
damn near 21, dude, I don’t fuck with childish dick
but whos to blame if I stay and I dwell in the shame
spitting images, really, one in the same
I can one up your ignorance, and double your games
I keep a sleeve full of tricks that’ll fuck with your brain
you play the cards you’re dealt, but I’m the one who’s dealing
your bullshit catches up to you and I’ll poke fun at your feelings,
you bring in other bitches, I’ll bring in other niggas,
but at least I know my hands are clean before I’m pointing fingers.