The first victim, you made me 
The first causality, I was 
The first mistake you took to heart.

5 stones you cast into the river 
Mistakes your friends made 
I paid the price.
 

5 cards you cast aside 
All because of a couple racks
5 scorpions you set ablaze 
All because of a little detail.

Loved you like a brother I never had
Stood up for you like you was blood
Had your back against guys that were my guys but not your guys
But still, I was your first victim 

Pulled tricks on Sandra, yet blamed her 
Like she pulled one on you 
Still accepted you like a brother 
Guess I should have listened to Sandra.

Never for once collected favors from you 
Because you consider favors as debt 
And come to collect like Old Matthew 

Your circles are like litters of pink Peppa 
Filled with empty wraps and no worth
Despite my white garment, I embraced you. 

Trusted you like no one, Eventually remixed a Judas 
Good times bad times you held a grudge 
Like I was your enemy.
  
Finally am down, pained and disappointed

but my appointment is waiting for me on my way up
The only direction I see after falling from the penthouse.