It feels like you want the watered down truth

It feels like you’re too scared to embrace reality

Like the mop stick, you’d wish I’d wipe off your dirt

I lack no knowledge of the future

But I can tell you failed in life when you doubted me

And no zeros get added unto me

My account reads in too many O’s

I see you behaving meekly

Seeing that you took the L on 15th street

I have what you need

You’ll have to live by my rules