Metaphor

Metaphor, left out to the store said he be right back

Later on, never made it home had a heart attack

Now I roam, feeling all alone, need to reattach

Got with gib, now we doing biz, now we coming back

This is facts, hip hop is my soul

But now rocks attached

Throwing paper at yo front door, but with rocks attached

Found my match, but this is all an act

How could I be like that

This is facts; maybe not the truth, but we gone get to that

Why am I getting this feeling