if you ever been snaked stabbed in the back betrayed or backdoored that is what activates you into activism the act of some one else's betrayal will cause you to spring into action it's when the scars of a broken heart starts to itch old wounds rise above the skin like large hideous keloids suddenly you feel like you been deployed mad enough to kill it's like the only act one can't forgive war is on looking for the the one who zoned time to write a wrong penetrating underneath the skin seeping in
like it's happening again it didn't go away it never ends side eye a friend hands out your pocket show those hands no one gets a second change to do it again they might be successful the next time around secure the circle it's hard to believe it would be you who make me bleed beg and plead for life
to someone I would've laid down my own for my own sister my own brother even my own mother get no certainty from me that's how it got to be couldn't count the tubes in me no visitors got too many enemies fed intravenously
unbeknown to me flat lined for twelve minutes doctor signed a death certificate
lived to tell it all head swollen like a bowling ball heart goes out to those who take that fall back to the basis have to learn to walk makes my blood boil it makes my skin crawl it takes a special kinda being to emdody that type of loyalty