Machista Degradado

(Degraded Macho)



A culling of the ego, I'm coming forward as a hero

A silence gifted to me with a message to be

Spoken out loud and fired to a crowd - What can I be

Is eating at me 'cause I am not destined to be

Worn out like the big old book with the big old B

So many fucks flying free that I just cannot be

Expected to be next in line, making me believe

I was ready to be another line in your next CV


So lets take a look at me and take a look at you

It doesn't take a sleuth to figure out which two

People could be so daring and to be so rude

To mess with a crew and send down the tube

A fifteen year friendship to cover up the truth

So when it was me that asked

Why you thought she was through

What you gave to me was a tiny little clue
'Cause inside you knew

That the moves you made would soon be news

With another excuse, for why you choose

To leave your friends hanging by the noose

And flaunt it away, in their face all day

Like it some goddamn pepper spray

To actually think I would give the okay

For treatment this way is just insane

You can go ahead and exit this way



I'll hold the door but watch the shoe
As I take it off the other foot for you

It just makes me think of what all I would do

When I was back in school and helped you move

Up in the world, in my house I gave you a room

Or when I went to Virginia to be with the groom

And her mom gave you guys that family heirloom

It hung on your wall, that ugly old broom

Left as a reminder of the cleanliness you ruin

You wont see me try and stop you from doin'

The destruction and demise of your very own life

Forget your path and just consume your own lies

It didnt take us long to realize you had a disguise
Converted into a face that fit in well with the guys



But lets just circle back to express a few facts

First that I felt attacked when I chose to act

With the missed intention of having your back

When your wife was askin' me where ya were at

But you were already at bat at tacking a crack

Dodging my path, like I couldn't do some math

Figuring out why her gear was hanging on ya rack

So maybe its wrong to be mad, but I'm not the ass

In the midst of a pass, of looking through the glass

With a foot in your mouth and a head in your ass



I'll get this all off my chest before I go in the trash

And find every manifest with your names attached

I'mma forget all the days this summer we crashed

And get to the moment of now and say it's passed

Look me in the eye and say you wanted to smash

Knowing all I wanted to do was to make it last

Couldn't give me that, so instead fuck me fast

I'm running out of breat, I'm running out of gas

I need to make this last for at least a week and a half

And give to myself the better half of finding my path

Out of this fad thats making me cover up with a mask

Well I dont meet with that, cuz I don't need the mat

When I get down on my knees and take off my hat

And beg for forgiveness so I can lose my grasp

Of the negative memory that made me have

So many doubts of you in that moment of lapse

I'll take a lap and circle back to before I snapped

Snagging a breath of air and forget I wrote this rap