Be hot, or kick rocks, cause you stopped from grabbing something that you tried to reach, you blame your self-esteem that creamed cause your hate for speech, you let it go down the road, sold to one like you, his imperfections wore through core, sore, more than you, you hit the block and you stopped, when you saw this dude, acting rude to that possession, stressing attitude, we rap interludes to prove wounds makes us doomed, and so we lost touch, paralyzed to our preludes, who really loses when bruises abuses one who's trapped, it's steady facts, that we call this act a bad rap, in mind you claimed you'd protect and prep for whom you cared, but only action you performed was a silent stare, it's hard to bear but it's there, faired all for you, never got a chance to boast what you could've showed her, man's companion is his champion, but no attention, can bring some loose apprehension but still with no intentions, hard to speak, but what you could reach, made me preach this, touching on the sense of timidness that made you speechless.