LOF
People forever commit, but never give truth
To better youth, nor would they ever give proof
Here’s my letter, I live the truth daily homie
Some days it’s lonely, but I ain’t fake or phony
I’m straight and only me, you’re taking the only
Thing I’m making that’s quaking your sony’s free
And erasing the time I had invested partner
I guess it’s a sad death wish in harsh words
My part is to observe the snakes in the grass
Does he hiss when I piss? How fake is his ass?
He makes his pass then comes back around
Like they all do, and as dumb as that sounds
It’s all true, we all knew, when we met you
It must be, dusty, but chimneys are swept too
My enemies get upset dude, when I’m clear
What's best for you? Accept truth when I’m here