Hyde

It's crazy, it's hypocritical, if maybe it's just a little, bit

They say you become who you're surrounded with

Since a baby, shady kin would always clown a kid

Hound a kid for bein' lazy gaming in the house with friends

Hound a kid for playing outside, instead

Instead of bein' 'round their kitchen table alcoholic-ness

Used to call me this, call me that, "for a child you're intelligent"

Now for an adult I'm too childish, it's like, it's like, guess

They feel a threat, my empowerment to their cowardice

Can't hold themselves accountable, hold up..get the gist

Hypocrites, it's built into bigger shit, intention's to gyp a jit

To flip a lid and throw a fit, then you're bashed, zip ya lip,

Kept to be hid, but make their mask slip, they take a match stick,

They snake it, gaslit.

The people that raised me, fugazi demons that phased me,

The unimpeachable, saintly, squeaky clean slates,

Made my mentals all hazy, but I'm here to say these

To be real, I'm not the same thing.

'Cause I've always seen through the games, still tryna' see it through,

Like the Phoenix from the flames, weeding-out deep-seeded shame,

See how time heals, it's amazing. But I'm still waiting

Waiting for what? I know if I don't heal it, I'll do the same thing

But I won't break or bend, although I do feel fake, when

Occasional inner aches of unshaked resentment project to offend,

As if it'll equate to zen, should be taking ten

Just wanna make amends, to anyone I've made a dig at since

My ignorance, never truly knew what being triggered meant,

Nothing sensitive, it's mental pings that bring back an instance, in

Well anyways, I feel like I'm a little bit of a hypocrite

How much I hated 'innocent' quips towards me as well

I sign this with genuine penmanship, honesty is the key to heal