When it all falls down in tiny pieces around you, you look to the ones you always blame.
You know, the ones they idolize to fame so you can continue passing the blame.
So they reach back out and pick you back up again.
Act as if the last dash at their intelligence was nothing but a slight look of disdain.
Act as if all the pain was apart of their personal growth into the fame.
You have no sense of self trust,
But you have all the sense of self worth.
Your fame and praise is using others for monetary value
You target others until they themselves are to wrapped by the pain you spin
The angst and anger you pin.
That's when they go dark
That's when they start hitting laced blunts
That's when they start punching the clock,
They hopping the clock punch back.
Until finally, the clock punch back
Then all they see is the black of death.
The same trap they so carelessly wrap themselves in
Back when the had the ignorance of life.
Back when they had seen nothing unless it was through a rose colored glass
Life took those same lens spinning merry tales of no greed or strife.
All to make sure you where forever entangled
Now you pay with our lives 
And those who know continue to move on in life.
They on the constant run up to make a better stride
They on the constant come u to strive
They no longer trying to cause strife like you did back in the day.
They that much more powerful with the effort they yield
They that much more careful with the power they give you to wield
They dont want to repeat what they got
Back when they first entered the death of that door you built