Stockholm Syndrome

I think there's a few issues That need to be addressed Because there's a lot of shit That I need to get up off my chest Regarding the way that shit went south so fast Instead of telling the whole story My parts were skipped right past So I'm here to shed some light On the other half of things I'm 'bout to let em know Why this caged bird fuckin' sings So lemme start from the top Of the list that has been written On the inside of my eyelids Cause I'm doin this shit while I'm sleeping First of all, let's get it straight I wasn't the one who was walkin away Like a dead beat dad on your first birthday I was more like a step-dad Who got in the way Of you and the way you live your life And don't get me wrong, that's your god given right But I can't steer that fuckin ship, so why would I invest my life Into something that I couldn't control The hand was dealt and the dice were rolled We talked until our throats were sore And nothing more than that dead horse That I beat to the fuckin ground Until I finally came around And realized if the captain can't learn words This ship was going down You were much less of a captain And much more of a child Trust me when I say that the first half of this verse was mild Compared to what I'm bout to do when I change the beat up next Cause now you're jammin' with two dudes who you trashed like they were your ex. All because you couldn't take advice from younger cats Cause you'd been on the scene so long, ancient artifact You're the first one every time to preach about respect Yet you couldn't see the dire need for someone to step back And take some time to figure out their life & mental state So you wonder why, for a second time, I had to walk away. I couldn't keep watching my words fall on to deafened ears With promises of making it yet no real path was clear You've never heard critiques before so now I understand Why you wouldn't share reviews except for singing praise of fans So now I blaze on my own trail and I'm doing pretty well I'll invoice you for the royalties on my albums that you sell. You know what? I'm mad and I'm bitter. But I'm a man And I can tell you from my heart That I put every ounce of me Into this mess right from the start And don't you pull that shit on me Shit, I designed the album art That you have printed on your tee's And you know who designed the logo Boy don't even get me started before I go loco Now you got me speakin español Yea this gringos on a roll Don't get too political You could isolate an audience The irony is obvious to me because You got the confidence of our commander in chief Undeserved and unearned yet as bold and brash as trump Still ridin' on the coat tails til you get another bump To carry you til next Friday when you can just flash back To a time when I was making moves while you smoked in the back To enjoy the fruits of someone else's labor is a sin So I hope you got a plan to gain some fuckin salvation Cause there's a special place in hell for people just like you and me So I guess I'll see you there, why don't you just save me a seat? And we can sort this whole thing out once we've turned old and grey Cause I'm not about to sit around for one more fucking day And watch you ride the wave I made until you get your break It's sad to see so many people buy into something so fake You had no fuckin' problem straight up lying to my face Talkin bout the album money, I ain't never seen a trace Buying followers on Instagram and flexing like it's fate Preaching, "hard work pays off" yet you never wanna wait And I'm not gonna lie, you were like a brother to me So I'm sad to see this happen, but this is how it's gotta be