“It… it was you [stutters]

I have to get some things off my chest.

Things lately have been an abundance of crazy

Way too hectic.

I should’ve called,

I wanted to

I thought about it, deeply

Deeper then I should've, like what I’m doing now.

But, I realized some things.

Some things you did that turned me against me

And I will never get over that.

The way you man.

With intentions gone sour and missing backboard

When you were at great reach

…

You went and played me like those other types

And I just bled into you like babies in bellies burying bodies for birth rights

baby, my whole life

I’ve been so naive in the paint it took me long to retrieve

and I’ve been searching— that’s where I went wrong

I went searching for you in between vacant parking lot troubles

And Sunday prayers

When God told me not to go searching,

Because if love wanted to pursue you

It’ll do so

It’ll go knocking on your door, not you knocking on his

and he’s absent

… [breathes]

I’ve given last breathe in exchange for all this but

You were just a puff puff pass

This massive attack on the way I relax

You’ve come here all play

Forged these love letters and claimed it was the he say she say that broke us away

But it was you.

It was you,

you, you, you, you [she tenses]

It was you... [breathes]