don't ever let 'em see you without your crown don't let 'em catch you with your guards down watch who you around the undertakers taking measurements to put you in the ground you know you made a error when the one who snaked you is one of your palbearers it happens often the one who stabbed you in the back is escorting your coffin something don't feel right feeling out of touch a hunch is more than a nudge in your circle only you can be the judge trust your intuition