still keepin ya secrets

i'm still sweepin ya mess

but there's no re-grets

even if ya peek in

ya won't see me sneakin

i ain't gonna be tryin

ta creep in

cause i got my degree in

puffin tough an gettin high

but i'm succeedin

wit two feet in

so ya betta be belivin

in tha words

that i'm leavin

take a minute

to let'em seep in

instead of critiquing

every little thing

while i'm speakin

just leakin facts

checkin for cracks

can't let you

advance these attacks

keepin these stacks

with plaques on tha wall

packin racks and mac's

so don't slack

before i was blinded

by treasure an snacks

but chu can save the chants

cause now

i can see tha forecast

an ya'know

it helps me relax

a busted out mom

an a distracted dad

won't talk on your sister

cause it still makes me sad

an ya better fix her boy

before he gets beaten down bad

how it got to this

i still dun understand

grandma has her head

buried in the sand

your aunt and cousins

i promise they have a plan

yer brother is flagged

he probably on a list

no surprise if he's tagged

but i got some bad news

and no it wasn't planned

i woke up that day

an was verbally jabbed

by dat verbal righthand

i'm still not sure

exactly what happened

or if it was planned

but i know

i got slammed

it was off brand

and ya never gave me

the chance to withstand

instead i got the boot

essentially banned

out wit tha trash

an basically bagged

i bought ya tha knife

didn't expect to get stabbed

if ya cut through the static

it's possible

that i'm bein dramatic

dis pen

is gettin erratic

doin tricks

like it's acrobatic

no need ta think

cause i got it

on automatic

an yes

i realize how

that could be problematic

but this build up

deserves a finish

i'm thinkin something climatic

maybe even cinematic

don't panic

i think we're makin

an instant classic

but maybe i'm dumb

or just a romantic

an now it turns out

i'm gonna need some magic

if i wanna cut through

all of this

god damn traffic

cause now it feels like

i'm lookin for Atlantis

at the bottom of the Atlantic

it's a suicide mission

like visitin the Titanic

need a prayer magician

cause dis is gettin Satanic

comin in now

ridin round tha bend

i already knew

that we were here

we were nearin tha end

recallin panic lies

an playin pretend

so i tried to improvise

but only lost my friend

with fucked up goodbyes

an i'm still not sure

exactly what happened

an no i'm really not

trying ta extend or criticize

but it was immature

dunno if ya realize

or if ya comprehend

dis shit can't work

if yer playin pretend

regardless of

what ya hope or intend

it went belly up

when you left it for dead

runnin out of time

take care of yer head

i read yer words

and heard what you said

that shit scared me

an filled me wit dread

take care of yer self

cause tonight

i ain't comin ta bed

dun want tha invite

when it's already condemned

so give my best ta Gwen

an her sour dough bread

it really just sucks when

we both fucked in tha head