Could someone please just tell me kindly
What my true intentions are
I see the shadows, lurk behind me in the dark
I do see the potential but I also see the bar
I see the inches hand the athlete every loss
I hear em’ whisper go, go, go
Is this for certain no, no no
But did you know that if you’d build it they could come
If fear kept me out of trouble
Would you mention that it helped?
Or book the weakness that my backbone couldn’t shelf
I could round up all the dangers
I could throw em’ in the hole
But if not guilty, would my backside, then expose
The sky, is high, the buildings draw the line