Tattle tale I tell no spells like you.
I’m not going to open doors to you.
I failed to tell you well crafted bell.
Of the things that I felt in blue hell.
I fall into a pit of shit I hit the cliff
and fell once more under spells I lift.
Ego I know is a toll on the soul glow
does the sunshine I find and that I know.
I’m not gonna happen to find peace.
So must I comply I strive I drive east.
Until the night it will hit me first
putting to bed my quenching thirst.
I know not the temper of tantrums.
All I know is where I stand an anthem.
I walk tight slip by me no no one.
I have a thick neck and I console some.
I’ve heard heard your bullshit and attitude.
Forgive if I miss the tip of my tongue rude.
I keep secrets and I even in my sleep
doze off but I’m not careless I keep steep.
I know my boundaries you have none.
Keep five feet from me girl I am done.
I step to my drum son I have felt undone.
I feel so damn free now I’m a conundrum.
I care not for the lies I despise I’ve mine. I’m permitted to my own spine.