Self Titled

The time has come to open doors and let you come inside/ you see the matter of the fact is dialogue and now its open wide/ I cant be held responsible for pissing people off/ Like a doctor makes you uncomfortable when he says its time to cough/ But is very necessary for me to get this off my chest/ instead of starting shit why don’t I just put you all to rest/ you see I’m so sick of hypocrites fake friends and two-faced liars/ so if you haven’t seen me for a while that means I set that bridge on fire/ I put it out there so you can see/ it’s the story of 74353 / friction exists in my world its mathematical/ an apple falls, hits my head, I ask: “Is it a boat or paddle?”/ Turns out it was the water, the most important but most often forgotten battle/ I’m not pointing fingers I don’t want to point knives/ but if you de-side from the story of one side then I will react/ fact for fact I was in the wrong/ as long as Fisk remains a poet I’ll know it and I’ll admit my faults/ in the full embrace of another I was caught but don’t regret it/ though not expected, I cant seem to walk away free/ its been six months and something’s dawned on me/ this is the same situation that came up between Shawn and me/ its same thing done upon Isaac by Jeannie/ too bad you don’t know them all so its hard for you to believe me/ so tell me, who really stole the cookie from the cookie jar?... wasn’t me/ the scale tips balance and not equal/ and we’re left with a sequel to everyone’s past/ I felt like a ladder and the reign was falling downward and the waters rose up so high that I thought that I would surely drown/ This is where I met the apple and I scrambled to work mind over matter but I lost to the latter/ until I recalled Newton’s Third Law of Motion, allowing me to float in the ocean, without rowing/ I’m growing beyond belief, beyond the petty thief, beyond 7 Sumner street, beyond 613 McBee / they have nothing to do with my future, except for where I’ve been. I rest my case then.