b.s

Cant even look me in eyes cause you see all them lies done back up,
and before my second thought i backed up.
Too much anger trying to impose,
i need to let go but some of yall really need to be exposed.
How could you look me in the face
and time after time im asking you the same thing
and still the same bull shit you bring.
You put all of them before me, but in the end i had da shit you need.
I mean is it really that hard to understand,
that your food comes from my hand, the money thats in my pants?
Will the truth ever be brought to light?
Or do i still have to sit in silence mentally fighting for my rights?
im starting to feel like ive been here before,
no wonder they call me deja vu.
whos's the victim? no one really know.
and so they tell me. what ever happens goes.
i know your tears will be fake,
and this wont hurt you,
thats why in the end i disowned you.
you cant take what i never had self-esteem,
and yes i do believe this pain will never leave
good memories only cover up the bad for only a moment.

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