Poke

There are those who will bind you, with their needs

Sharpening their skills to cut you, just to watch you bleed

They rather you die on them then let you leave

You must believe or just disagree with me

There are those who bait you in, you call them friend

Truth be told, they hate you and will betray you

Don’t put it past them, to slay you

Now you’re dead, now you’re gone

Their at your mamas house sucking on chicken bones

Consume these words if you must, chew on the crust

I bet it taste like who you trust, don’t it