The Victim...

He wrote you love letters; you got mad, so you ripped them.
You hit that man 1st, then you went and cried, victim.
Shot him with his gun, got scared then you switched them.
He begged for your help, fell and you kicked him.

You never told him about the fake plans that you had.
That you'd use him as a trend, til the end of the "fad."
Each "good thing" had an underlying bad.
Or that you didn't care about his feelings, Fck if he was sad.

When they came for the interview, you only said the half.
You told them about the work, and everywhere he hid his stash.
About the late night runs, on the way to the cash.
How'd he'd run up in the spot, stick em up & then dash.

You failed to tell the part that you kept a bunch of money
How he took you out the hood, kept you from looking bummy.
This shit can't be real, not the least bit funny.
A life you learned to love and now you made him the test dummy.

These bitches WILL lie, anything to save face.
Eating with dirty money but you forgot to say grace.
Moving a little too fast, slow down, watch your pace.
This is a cut-throat world; everyone wants to win this race.

But when it's all said and done, he had no chance in this fight.
You never did say how you'd give that "Long Kiss Goodnight."
What goes around comes around. Hope you're ready for that bite.
But YOU'RE once again The Victim, so we both know you're right.