You put a pen in my hand, money in my pocket,
my CDs in a sleeve when I had no other options,
but pride’s a carcinogen, and I’ve had to stop the
spread before it metastasized behind my ribs again.
I’ve had to eat crow, my words, and my feet.
Failed my wife, failed students, failed family, failed my peace.
Rocked this guilt on my shoulders when I wanted to wear relief,
even apologized to those online airin beefs.
Squeaky wheels get the grease, we got nothing, so we rusted.
Expected to be trusted, kept poison in your circumference.
I know self-accountability takes some adjustment,
but you wonder where the love went, and had it followed by a gunman.
The products of loyalty and ego are paralysis,
the destruction of palaces, corruption of your passages.
You thinkin it’s a stigmata when it’s just callouses.
Weighed against the hurt you’ve enabled...there’s no comparisons.
Remember this order of operations: who
you harmed you beg forgiveness from, it’s deeper than obligation,
deeper than litigation, the truth ain’t defamation,
all these legal fees, and still owe us explanations.
Burned by the brand, you the degree of separation,
And we never wanted anybody catchin cases.
This result is still the sum of your fears, and saltin
that moral high ground you were stuck to for years.
my favourite backwoodz release for 2021 that flew under my radar for far too long. my real favourite track is probably Bardo, but that's not on this this release. a wonderfully pensive collection of tracks, i'm excited for whatever comes next in Prem's future. Jonathan Pickelbelly