I said "I'm the only one locked in this cell".
It'd been better if I'd've said, "You should rot in hell."
'Cause the metaphor was lost on you
Nevermore ends every thought of you
When I first caught this flu
I bought into and sought after you
Too many good things for me end in assault it's true
But, I can't give up, if it's what you thought I'd do
I ain't mixin' nothin up, if this is what you want then Just Do
Like Nike. I might be a bit hyphy, but to fight me, the choice comes from you.
I don't know what you want me to undo
There's no help coming from you
All I want is to talk, to talk to you
But, you're still so reluctant to
Sometimes, I wish you were locked in here too