[Eviction]

Alone with the pill box, still in shock, while waiting on her friend to call.
This pressure caused mental blocks, she whispers this twisted thought..
So help me god, if I don’t hear that tone by 10 o’clock, it’ll be a grim result.
My friend told me demons aren’t real, so I never tried to fend them off.
She was there to correct me when I’m wrong, now she’s being fed to the dogs.
I ignored the doctors, you got much life to live if you know yesterday’s gone.
Professionals are saying memory loss, there’s not much time left on the clock.
I had to let go ready or not, trying to wake her up to get this message across.
The cherry on top was the cemetery pond, like that cocaine pantyhose stain,
Some still remain on the dress, flakes of imperfection blocking narrow escape.
It gets harder to carry the weight, from the blade that enters varicose veins.
Even after death, there’s prosecution, she’s still restrained to every broke chain,
When they link back together, clang against the wood stove, then it’s up in smoke.
She had coke by the bucketload, sitting by the baking flower, or undisclosed.
The running joke was the shit she had to undergo, in hindsight, she must’ve known,
Once the undertone’s come to blow, she dies by the ash; the devil stays unopposed.
The unbeknown is undersold, and I know I’ll end up here if I stop coming home.
Her house was buried under powder, like the substance she had up her nose.
Why is life so cutthroat, it’s getting so bad your only option is to live or die.
You’re never judged by the way you clean your house, more so what you did inside.
What the jury seems to emphasize, is the dispassionate ways you improvised.
This is why, redemption is a pointless exercise, knowing that blood never lies..
She went from my best friend to a neighbor I barely recognise, so I cut off all supply,
I tried to sever ties with no reason to objectify, I no longer enable her if I step aside.
The last time I saw her she was in an awful state, after the meds she would often shake
With all the weight gain caused by the prednisone, I won’t be surprised if the coffin breaks.
Her execution was an august date, she was haunted by thoughts that would dominate.
She passed away 3 days before her birthday, we know how karma likes to operate,
Targeting the weak-minded, a primadonna puzzle that’s still in a thousand pieces.
Guess you can say I like to leave the crowd pleased, satisfying all the mouths to feed,
In their hour of need, boundaries created by the powers that be keeps it out of reach,
This, cowardly brown nosing mouthpiece, that thought they had to vouch for me,
Shit teaches you how to read true colors when their house finally burnt to the ground.
Because they only call you back when they’re in need, & wrapped in that surgical gown.
When my world fell apart, I had to turn it around, he took my home too & murdered my child,
I know the devil will always circle around in silence, they only heard when it’s loud.
Where are the churches you learned about? where’s the help when you need it the most.
They’re never around when you’re literally breathing in smoke, and seeing a ghost,
Freezing and pleading your soul, they only want to shove religion deep in your throat.
When you just lost your only home, and tonight you might have to sleep in the cold.
There’s a fine line between fear and greed a highlight so clear it bleeds, what’s steering me
In the wrong direction, they can hear you scream incoherently, disappear free, selfishly
Like their help has become your crutch, I even sent a letter that ended with sincerely, please.

I’ll remember this when your house burns, it’s not like before the fire anything stood out.
My misery created a good crowd, why do I see people cheering as I look down?
The house was completely engulfed, while neighbors were socializing like it was a cookout.
This is why I didn’t even try to escape, I finished a cigarette before the flames were put out.