I loved a man of many talents
You should see the way he can season a wound
How skillfully he skirts accountability
The way his words and actions never cross paths

He’s got a gift for making bad things worse.

Once, I watched him take the life we
Built and dismantle it piece by piece
He smuggled it out of the back door
Moved it to the other side of town

The nigga didn’t even leave a note.

That kind of man don’t care who he runs over
Don’t care who gets caught in the crossfire
He’s got a knack for being godless
No wonder he ran from me

A conjurer like that knows light when he sees it
He knows stardust and can sniff a warrior out in his sleep
And with sleight of hand he’ll suck all the good out of you
If you let him
And if you don’t-
If you get out with anything
He’ll holler like he’s hurt
Now ain’t that something?
A man who thinks he’s a victim of your survival

His best work was done in the medium of gaslight
I thought I was going crazy
But it was just the fumes
I got so dizzy once, I mistook him for an honest man

He almost got me
Almost made me think I was responsible for my own suffering
I got out, though. scathed, but breathing.
That’s the real magic