I remember your laugh.
I remember your lost taste in words.
I remember your love for that pop punk band that invited you to pity parties.
I remember nights spent talking to you, instead of getting sleep.

I try not to remember those the most.

I remember how excited we were to see one another.
I remember your wit the first time we met.
I remember that you were going to be my first.
I remember the Kapowski top I rushed to buy you.

I still remember shakily scanning my card through the register.

I remember the first night you didn't answer my call.
I remember worrying I had done something wrong.
I remember learning her name.
I remember drinking in spite of your hatred towards it.
I remember wearing that top, laughing and screaming and dancing and crying and wanting to rip it to shreds.
I remember heading to return it, answering in monotone when asked,
"Is there anything wrong with the top?"
"No. I just don't like it any more."

I still remember learning her name.
I still think it's beautiful.
Just like how you didn't think I was.
I will always ******* remember.

Would you believe?
What I’ve seen, what I’ve seen!
What do you need?
To believe, to believe?

From living on welfare to living fairly well.
Grew up in church like kapowski,
Guess we were both saved by the bell.
I can guarantee there’s a God compadre,
cause I’ve been through hell.
But I refuse to drag my *** on the pavement,
Even if that **** does sell.
Cause imma true rebel,
And only time will tell.
If I succeed of fail.
So, You see, pray tell, I hope you listen closely, listen well.
Gotta keep one’s intents not stuck on your pretence.
I relent that fact that **** can get intense in an instance.
Enough to make one dive in a pool filled with incense.
Offend the masses with insensitivity,
Yet Treating it like a **** trapped within tents.
No place to run when incensed, at least until one pays them in cents.
Cause that makes sense, doesn’t it?
At least to the insensible next generations,
That needs to be carried like a decimal.
But is that truly justice at all?
Uh..

Would you believe?
What I’ve seen, what I’ve seen!
What do you need?
To believe, to believe?

They tell me to be quiet, bruh I don’t buy it.
They call me a savage, yet I’m not the one who’s violent.
So, I’m not about to dial it down for you clowns that grow silent.
When I reveal the truth once denied and paid off with benevolent funds.
Which loaded the bullets for tiny Tim’s gun.
Cause we’re only good when we’re gone!
I am second to none, go ahead buy my merch.
Than Get told off for wearing a cap in the church, must be capping, cause they ain’t humble enough to get off their perch.
God don’t care about appearances, he cares for the hurt, so before you judge us at least do your research!
Uh…
I ain’t a republican, a democrat, or a conspiracy theorist.
I simply don’t trust politicians, aristocrats, or  cbc journalists.
I trust in the alpha and omega, the OG purist.
That’s why I support Israel and not barbaric Hamas terrorists!
Yes sir!

Would you believe?
What I’ve seen, what I’ve seen!
What do you need?
To believe, to believe?