Bed Business Betrayal

You were everything I prayed against you to be. You peddled your rhymes on Friday nights, You sold your soul and your creative rights. But the only one who saw the change was me. I feel your grip loosen and you’ve started to slip, They consume you in the midnight hour, Your dirty knees show that you’ve lost all power. But I still reach out, I can see through your quip. Your betrayal has now climaxed, and to it’s easiness you heed. Your eyes can see only hatred and pain, So as their whore you will forever remain. But my eyes see the everlasting promise, the one you didn’t need.