Hard to believe When we hear at first Hard to conceive Yet we have a thirst To know the details Tell me what’s worst The truth of the matter Or what’s rehearsed
Public people Private personas A handful know the deal Other aren’t gonna Secretive Is how they live When they perform They give us all they have to give
When they left We felt robbed We lost our breath It made us sob Understanding death Is so **** hard Like grand theft It leaves us scarred
Public people Private personas A handful know the deal Other aren’t gonna Secretive Is how they live When they perform They give us all they have to give
The list of names Run the gamut Like someone somewhere Must have programmed it It’s so intense It don’t make sense But all their dirt will come out In the rinse
Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2018. All rights reserved.