Soap Preachers

Leaves crunching, hauling ass with each step

The past catching up, can hear the regrets

Tryna scout that talent like Secrest, stay in that cave with the spineless and the secrets

What I do from now has a proper pretext

False hope, the carrot on the stick that's ceaseless

Don't demonize the truth cause the shadows feel real

This growths piecemeal, take it in stride, don't kill me yet the noose not tied

Love given in such idle time, what a crime

Thinking who's the mastermind, fine China for the eye

Fine margins on the line, faded with the chaser being lime

Times five now the face looks sour, feeling the false sense of power