as a young boy I was taught many simple things
to shield me from the harm life would surely bring
of all these lessons one was repeated more than most
the truth can be shouted but lies are whispered close
layers upon layers days upon days
I look for a way out of my very own maze
outrunning the truth but it’s right on my heels
ready to expose the mayhem I’ve concealed
I did it for them is how I choose to rationalize
even as mounting guilt waters both my eyes
feeling like that young boy all over again
scared to tell Mama everything that I did
hope she understands I was under pressure
‘cause Lord knows Mama raised me better

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