Let me put you on blast,
truth seeks itself, son,
Don't be ignorant,
to whats become.
Blasting and boasting,
on a whole nother lever,
never giving you the benefits,
in which I have doubted,
because I became the enemy, of you.
Left with nothing,
left behind was an empty trail,
"Couldn't see that one from a mill away,
or what I did".
Point blink its worthless,
because non the less,
it has always seem to be,
my responsibility,
that has nothing to do with me.
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