Don’t know who to trust cause even my nigga is grimmie.
Damn how my soul & heart hurts so much.
That even my old friends wish a death for me.
In the end they all bonded when thinking of me a focus of hate they all thought of me.
On a social outcome substaining conformity.
I still do me in deviant Stance tripping me up when I’m on that G dance.
All these folk hate and shift the wrongs in joining sides with me with all the blame.
But now I’m better & back with a degree from something that turned out to make my own family.