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.