Saw a look of disgust from you straight to me.
It started with two and then went to three.
You were saying one thing, but causing me pain.
You just can't understand were all not the same.
You called me here, on the spot, and ya put me block.
Asking: "Why I can't bloom in this soil of rock."
You like to double my trouble, but your shits in the rubble.
Did you think you could run off and hide in a bubble?
Did you think you were friendly, stabbing into my gut?
You had nothing to hate, so you made something up.
I won't sit with you on it cus you know what to do.
Go and fix up the issue or I won't deal with you.
Always talking bout peace... Then you say it's untrue.
See a look of disgust from me back to you.