rewind back the clock personal confidential private matters got swept under the rug instead of out into the street it stayed in the house like the couch and a mouse in the kitchen hiding underneath the stove where it festered and died fast forward in time personal intimate things that should never be shared with anyone things that should be stashed away somewhere between the pages of a family
bible wrapped in a handkerchief stuffed in a hole in a mattress on a bed grandma slept in it's as if they can't seem to help them self it's like their under a spell their secrets must be revealed telling on them self can't seem to keep their stuff to them self for some audacious reason they have to tell everyone else then have the audacity to say everybody need to stay out they business it's insane mental illness runs rampant and is difficult to control when the spiral goes viral now every one knows you ain't got no clothes you ain't got no shoes you live in a hole you ain't about this you ain't about that now you mad when you took off your clothes you humiliated yourself you bared your soul to everybody else