Hampton or Malcolm

I'm tired of trying to get what's owed to me, that's getting old to me

Trying to find my soul to be, not them lies that you sold to me

I won't let you get the satisfaction

Through your actions, not to mention the captions

I can see you ain't have no problem dividing the fraction

Our interactions only a mere distraction for your thrills

No wonder I saw them as attractions

Lowered my guard for a second, you stated attacking

Looked for my clarity, my flaws were getting tracked and

Through it all, I try to manage; i'm called to the damage

The walls I abandoned that saw that I was banished

From ever even getting a chance to seem to vanish