I know

I know

I see all your pretensions and theatricalies, 

staged with meticulous acting and false modesty, 

masked in deceits that hide your true identity 

like a VPN. 

I know you're a pretender. 

A bystander. 

I know you're the one spreading rumors, tarnishing my name like a slander. 

I know the humorous stories that you tell, 

Mr. Comedian, 

Kevin Hart, 

"Laugh at my pain", 

I hear everyone is amused. 

Why wouldn't I be happy for you, 

I am bemused. 

My fingers are crossed like a Christian, 

I hope you make it. 

I love your crowd and how they reciprocating your energy, 

you're in sync like a Mexican wave. 

Timid with your little skirts hiding in the cave. 

Bitches! 

I know you are intimidated by my greatness 

and you pray for my downfall like a drought. 

The sky is clear and I am still reigning. 

I see your insincere smiles and back handed comments. 

Moving and inhabiting my space like a comet. 

You tell on yourself like a mirror 

reflecting all your fears and insecurities. 

You lack an inner campus and that's just one of your propensities. 

I know, 

I reside in your mind rent free like a landlord, struggling to straighten me out like a phone cord, listen, 

press record, 

spoiler alert, 

I win, 

you might as well be reborn. 

Bitches! 

I know, 

I know, 

you worship the land I walk on. 

Imitate my style 

and would like my life for a mile. 

I know, 

I am everything you yearn to be. 

I know I haunt your conscious reality. 

I know you wanna be me. 

Silence is not weakness, 

I see everything like big brother, 

trust me, 

I know.