People Talk

They will talk behind your back because talking to your front Is too real for some cats and these pussies will be cunts The truth can be pain when they stumble as they mumble Getting rumbled as their gums go - fuck them I got friends, I lost friends. So fuck, man? Don't want them The grass tall, I'm taller. I saw geese - I ducked them They act foul so fuck them. My back turned, they stabbed it I'm Caesar, they're Brutus. Like, Jesus; I'm back pricks I'm back pricks. Not dead, much, just mad sick Got fat lips for cavemen who act like they're savages Inspired by Shakespeare - my life's comically tragic "Mewling and puking" he coined that. I am it I am this, rapper that's ranting I lack any sadness when strangling manics It's not a diss, yeah, so don't take it like that It's a comeback, yeah, you can take it like that You can take this personal if any of it gets you I could sum my summer up by telling them I missed you You can tell I missed you. If not? Well I missed you But I've been making moves, I'm still struggling with issues You ran and told them all what I told you when we met right? I try to see the silver line, betrayal's what that felt like You talking behind my spine, but really what it meant was I was on your mind. I'm sorry, I'm just stressed You said we should meet up. I really feel we should, though I keep myself busy but I bailed so I could go You didn't show up or call or anything, the fuck's that? I got your "sorry" text but was too proud to call back