Unfaithful
You think I’m telling the truth.
You think I’m showing real proof.
You think I’m someone else,
Just because you believe in yourself.
You think I’m going to feel the same way.
This is my knowledge, I say,
I know I lie.
I know I take the proof and hide.
I know who I am, is wrong,
Because I’ve known me for so long.
I know your thoughts make me good.
But I live in the suburbs representing the hood.
You think I am graceful.
I know I’m unfaithful.
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