Each time i get one step closer
It feels all the more grosser
All i feel is enclosure
Everything you did is exposure
Can't seem to control you posture
Just feel like a use of a foreclosure
Don't give me crocodile salts of disclosure
It aint gonna work coz you've used up all your time exposure
Now i'm different due to wind exposure
I can see who you really are now that i'm closer
It feels more like i'm a grocer
I aint selling myself to you now i'm moving to composure
My heart protected by my Lord in Special Enclosure
You can't play with my mind coz i aint about to fall
I aint about to call
I'm about to break
But i got the call from my Lord to wake
Me out of this misery, shut up when i'm talking to you
Give me room to breathe i need a little time to pray and i am leaving now thats my que