My door is open; since people love to play with skeletons in your closet until there is none.
I like to leave my skeletons out and running like a winter faucet, because soon I will be done. People are prideful; they are very vain and all they want to do is just have some fun.
As I share me and my Elohim with you, I hope that you are meant to know him and his perfect Son.
Get it from the horse right now…
I won’t be traveling back this way.
I’ve slept with all of the wrong men -one to get revenge- on you pretend friend for wronging me and thinking that you got away.
Awe. Naw! I’ve had to repent for some shit, things will never be the same.
R is the name.
You all scandalized me behind my back when you had every chance to speak to my face.
You couldn’t share facts that would make me look bad so you deceived your followers, with a lie to couple me with AIDS.
So you, your main man, and everyone you sleep with can sort out what this would technically equate to in your case.
I can appreciate the rumour you spread and that greenwood glasshouse where you stay.
You didn’t bring me down but you damn sure pushed them suckas out my way.
You all are best at carrying bones anyway;
You know the ones, like you toxic bustas that thought you was hiding in my face.
Come on. I’ll say you what they won’t say!
I’m in the house of mourning before the house of feasting, I’m getting what I came for without the games.
The streets are always the same.
I’ve had to repent for my abuse of alcohol, the drugs, and allowance of other people to take advantage of my body in my space.
I’ve had to repent for the evil thoughts of you, female cousin molesting me and my family downstairs in the ment of the base. Follow me…
All glory be to the Mighty Elohim for plucking me out of those places.
Enough of the demons and heathen lifestyle; on that I can hold my peace.
You all pushed me closer to the Groom and now your lies cannot stop me.
So, for the record friends ain’t shit just like certain of the family.
Shout out to you hoes that yus can’t stand me.
Don’t let your flowers fall away just so you can suck on some candies.
Don’t let your friends stretch you beyond your character so they can feel validated.
Watch out for your friends who hate you in clandestine but always depend on you to make it.
I’m not turning back from this journey of a lost sheep.
I’m never bitter from being shamefaceded.
