This misleading music can do, so... fuck the church And turn this music up -- until you're bleeding blue I don't dilute it This love twisted to the point --- of pill pollution So, nothing much up this hill - but hill And no, this direction isn't told to me -- to do it Through a pill problem... or through a manifestation of coping --- I do it -- completely, sober I'm completely -- rotten... and conscious I know the pollution... I grew through it Got a spear slew - for it And I knew if I did the drugs - like I want I wouldn't even end up as special as when Dee -- did it After all, most of the good in me... is considered to have went - with it I would end up - being that same dumb fuck from school Yeah, and that story is 100% true. Except, I knew Troy Had taken a beating from my brother or one of his gooned-up buddies Doing and becoming the stoic granite I was -- only in passing I grew up, feeling like the glass lid - in a shark tank .... scary -- but only in darkness So, knew well, not to speak about him -- yet, on the inside, I'm like Maathers looks outwardly .... weak like autism ... and unfortunately for Troy -- he had both ways And I mean, I'm sure he's fine - it was common in these parts Junkie debt, got you skipping town And I found less fights and more running to be common too I mean - it's easy math... real beatings are premeditated Even spanning over months of planning - hyping, scheduling, and timing To find the perfect way not to do it, but to handle the fear street pride tells you... you can't have .... and if you -- can't act... drink too much I want you to drink, cause I don't think you can see how this whole story relates But, Troy was mostly forgotten And even Dee who made the news -- has had no more effect on this world Than the effect -- she has taken... that my death could have gleaned from this earth And even her name people treat as a taboo -- Like, why can't it be spoken And - why am I - the only one, her death has affected Her mum still drinks, and her boyfriend's stealing Just like the beginning, they end -- as they begin things Cause the sound from that shitty little radio of Dee's Playing what I've become... and all started after he stole her necklace Made me helpless -- and made her think even our love... is just something to break And I learned dying isn't the problem, it's being heard Why, so obedient? What's the point of good Or skillfully talented... when it's unheard? Look at us -- we are - vultures Poachers Roosting - over an open fire... .... exposure, Exposure Exposure You must wake the masses up From their slumber Before morality - can be considered cogent Transference must occur So, lil bow peep Plays to me in that speaker