Constant Bulls**t.

By: King James

“Weird Alliances & Two-Faced Ties” Linked up with a low-down dirty shame —
Talkin’ change just to keep smashin’,
Preachin' growth while the actions stay clashin’.
Same game, different maskin’,
All passion gone once the thrill stopped lastin’.

Family functions full of fake hugs and side-eyes,
“Lemme tell you somethin’…”
Been sittin’ on my chest since the last cheap wine
Popped off and turned toast into tension.
Auntie talkin’ slick, cousin throwin' shade —
Same mess, different plate.

And oh — that coworker chick?
The ghost of the office —
Does nothin’ but clock in, clock out,
First to lunch, first to bounce,
First to run her mouth like she earnin' stripes.
Loyalty? Light as her workload.

Then there’s social media Patrick — Lower Manhattan’s limp legend Used to be nothin’ but now he’s sendin’ pics to click-thirsty chicks, thinkin’ likes mean power.
An online fraud with a WiFi crown.

The truth is:
We can’t stay close to those who move close
With dirt in their hands and masks on their face.
Most folks got tricks up sleeves,
Smiles in the front, and knives for your back.
That ain't trust —
That’s a trap.