It Won't End Well

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life

words are too valuable to be garbage when I speak I'm not talking trash I be spitting facts won't hold my tongue when it's no holds barred to get on my level you gotta up the bar you gotta be up to snuff to get up to par I speak my peace and my war I'm in one piece on the outside on the inside I'm torn like rips and tears it's nothing cry about I don't wanna talk about it I always write about it's like writing letters to who I'm talking to I don't talk to strangers so you know "it ain't you" the one I'm talking to I hope you fall on the same knife you stabbed me in the back with I hope you bleed internally and perish from your injury you volunteered to be my enemy I done nothing to you that's why when I see you passing by I give you the evil eye that's the only way to look at a devil I know what you did I know that you lied I can be so subliminal with these innuendos you must be peeping out your window I know you're overly suspicious I see you in there washing dishes hope you can tell time on a analog coz you gone need some hands and prayers to keep these hands off you it's gone be quick like a accident waiting to happen to you