Excuse me but did you just try to play me. You made a statement, tried to play it off and tried to get me to accept I was less than I really believed I could be.
You were cool with it, you slipped and slided, but we collided and I analyzed every single word. You tried to speak it into the universe, a souls curse from a broken soul with a curved agenda. I bent you because you had me bent.
Real players dont bend, they bounce back. They dont run, they circle back. So set my place at the table of life and excuse me while I take my seat.