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Hurt people gon' hurt people
And the ones that don't know
Be the worst people
When you stuck in that cycle
That trauma never leave you
You even take it as far to justify the evil
See what I'm up against
It really turn me feeble
Bitter bees gon' sting worse than a thousand needles
Funny thing bout bees is they don't get a sequel
So we don't look for revenge
Cause we know karma lethal
Weapons formed against me could never prosper
Acting, you a pro
You could win a Oscar
I smell something fishy
Let me spray binaca
Patience, I'm all out
But the flow been doctored
Nurse a nigga back
Before I spaz and just react
Another episode of Snapped
But I can't fall into a trap
Raised a nigga kid for some years
And then you doubled back
Had another kid with him
But let's just not get into that
Lines was crossed
Coping to loss
Emotions off
There's just no more to exhaust
Why we gotta be so immature
Why we gotta be so insecure
Why we gotta do the back and forth
Why we gotta act like it's my fault
Maybe it's God planning
Maybe I take advantage
Maybe we still healing
Maybe you too damaged
Maybe I count my blessings
Maybe I learned my lesson
Maybe I needed you to grow from my adolescence
Maybe it's black and white
Maybe it's blue and purple
Maybe the pain from divorce is just universal
Maybe we lack patience
Maybe we need consoling
Maybe we didn't let God cause we too controlling
Maybe we need each other
Maybe we free each other
Maybe we let go of the past so we could meet each other
Maybe our son the only reason we should greet each other
Maybe we can't cause we hate it when we see each other
All these emotions I kept stored like a kitchen cupboard
Love my son, respect my son so I can't disrespect his mother
Who to blame, we to blame, we pointed at each other
But it's okay because forever we'll be distant lovers
Lines was crossed
Coping to loss
Emotions off
There's just no more to exhaust
Why we gotta be so immature
Why we gotta be so insecure
Why we gotta do the back and forth
Why we gotta act like it's my fault