[Verse 1]
I’m drained from all these masked intentions, coward.
Everyone preaching loyalty with temporary hearts, need flowers.
Screens taught them empathy like a trend, got switch.
They vanish mid-conversation and call it healing, you bitch.
They don’t talk to solve, they talk to post, bullshit.
Pain became performance, not confession, having fits
Everybody got a platform, nobody got principles, stupidity
I seen followers replace friendships, no longevity.
Fake tears over real envy, no care
People chase validation like oxygen, no air
I stopped arguing with illusions, real shit.
The internet made them confident but not conscious, don't trip.
No one stands on anything solid anymore, no code
I see fake care disguised as concern, bitch mode.
I move different with less reaction and more discernment, 9 tucked.
The streets still cold but WiFi colder, good luck.
[Hook 1 ]
They broadcast truth but conceal intention or deception
Act loyal but crave digital attention or obsession
Speak peace but project all aggression or regression
Fake morals dressed as confession or possession
They crave the stage, not connection or direction
I move with silence and introspection or reflection
[Verse 2]
Family ain’t safe when envy eatin’ through the roots, hunger.
They love you when you broken but resent when you balance, bitch anger.
Every favor turn to a receipt, confused.
They say “we proud” but whisper otherwise, they lose.
I learned silence is their biggest fear, grow up.
They’ll gaslight your growth then call it distance, corrupt.
Love feel like manipulation when it’s conditional, getting played.
They want access to your peace but never your pain,new day.
They talk legacy but move petty, that scum
You can’t trust folks who compete with your healing, red rum.
I had to choose peace over presence, me nice.
Ain’t no home in a house full of resentment, saw mice.
They hate your progress but need your comfort, good sauce
Now I love ‘em from a distance, get lost.
Forgiveness don’t mean return, fuck off.
I sleep better without explanation, big boss.
[Hook 2]
They preach unity but crave division or ambition
Say loyalty but act with suspicion or contradiction
Show care but hide competition or composition
Call pain family tradition or superstition
I cut ties, found definition or transition
Now I breathe in self-recognition or attrition
[Outro]
No more pretending everyone got good intent, bullshit.
I stopped expecting mirrors from windows, real shit.
Peace became my protest, fuck you.
Truth got lonely, but I got lighter, so true.
My circle’s invisible but authentic, can see
The silence hit harder than revenge ever could, believe me
Denway
