I got skeletons in my closet

Cadavers and what you call its

From memories like soliloquies I wrote in my heart

I got burdens that I been toting

Giants that ain’t awoken or wounded

Please forgive me while I open this scar

It was me and my cousin Tyrone, Donovan, West and Don

Hoodlums gettin converted was not the norm where we from

Only dudes from the jungle pursuin God at this young

We shared a similar past so naturally we formed a bond

Don was a little older, he was married to Tina

Music made them a couple, he rapped and she was a singer

You seen em you woulda thought “can’t nobody come in between em”

No marital beef, at least you ain’t see it in they demeanor

We became like a family in everything that we did

They spot was like second home, we was always over they crib

Watched movies and ate together, did alphabet with they kids

The mission was be a unit, community was for real

Plus Don was producing music with Jonathan for some youth

Then Donovan used to spit but we never gave it pursuit

Tyrone figured we should collab and we formulated a group

Using Fruity Loops and Kool-Aid at the dining room was the booth

We started makin' songs and performin' at local churches

And doin worship helped us get better at writin verses

We took it pretty serious, believin it had a purpose

But we could see that Don started changin under the surface, mane

That’s when he started duckin calls and missin church

Stopped coming round for weeks and he just blamed it on his work

And I ain’t doubt his claim cause I ain’t wanna be a lame

So I just let him do his thing until it started getting worse

I figured I should visit on the way to house

I used to struggle too, I know he’s probably having some doubts

So when the service was complete I grabbed my jacket and bounced

Drove up elm street and showed up to his house unannounced

It was cool though, I did this all the time, he ain’t mind

I ain’t come to preach a sermon, I’m just makin sure he fine

That’s the homie! I walked up to his door and I knocked

Took a minute then I heard somebody twistin the lock

It was Tina who opened up I said "what’s up, ay how you been?"

She said "we doin good" then gave a artificial grin

She said Don in the room and as we walked through the den

She turned around and told me “tone, you need to talk to your friend”

And by the look in her eyes

I could tell it was serious but I replied "why" caused I was kinda caught by surprise

She just told me ask him, but I knew that was futile cause Don wasn’t the type to let you inside

Cause of his pride

I dapped him up and told him hate to wake you from your sleep

But had to come and see why we ain’t seen you in a couple weeks

Said he been workin doubles and his hours done increased

And would have called and got up with us but his schedule been beast

I said it’s cool, listen, I ain’t tyring to be your priest

But tina told me holla at you like y’all been having some beef

And if you need release you got a confidant in me

You know I love you like a brother, you ain’t gotta be discrete

What’s happenin? He said “it’s nothing G, trust me”

I asked him was sure, he said “it’s nothing G, trust me”

A little back and forth, stompin out and slammin doors

Placin blame and actin lame but it ain’t nothin worth discussin

Said yeah he probably right, ain’t no need for me to quiz him

Plus What I’m supposed to do? Sit em down and give em wisdom?

They both older than me, they been christian for some years, I been a Christian for some months, what advice am I gon give em?

I thought she probably trippin bruh and I just moved on

And started giving him ideas for some cool songs

We talked about production and some other non-essentials

Then I grabbed my keys, said bye to Tina, left and cruised home

Two days later I’m pumpin gas at a day & night

Some random person rolled up on me on a mountain bike

Said” I just heard one of your friends probably go to the pen for life

Last night he took a knife out the kitchen & killed his wife”

It throwed me back

Didn’t know who told him that

But figured that was wrong cause my circle tight as a cul-de-sac

Said people call him D or something, he don’t know, just know he rapped

And did some stuff with me, we was a crew he was a older cat

I was confused cause none of my patnaz go for that

Walked away like whatever and dismissed at as some humor

Or a mix-up

And it sucks

But this is common in these small towns in Arkansas somebody always startin rumors

So I just left the store and headed to the cut

Looked up and saw a truck behind me trying to flag me down

Pulled over to the corner of Clifton and spring Ave

He left his truck and said “what’s up, you heard the word that’s going round?

Heard the police looking for your partna, ain’t nobody seen him

He in deep SHhhhh and I ain’t talkin bout no misdemeanors”

I laughed it off and tried to go he said “what you don’t know?

Word on the street is last night your partna Don killed Tina”

But I was in denial

Looked up and didn’t smile

Cause I done heard some rumors but this one was pretty foul

And traveled pretty fast, second time within a mile

But still I played it down cause entertaining rumors ain’t my style

But deep inside my gut I knew that something was wrong

Took out my cell and hit him up, but he ain’t answer the phone

So I headed to his crib cause I was sure this wasn’t real

Pulled up and saw the police tape surroundin his home

Called my cousin Tyrone, like cuz, answer the phone

Heard him pick up and say what’s up but I could tell by his tone

It wasn’t right, I asked if Don and Tina had a fight

He paused a few seconds and then he tole me was Tina was gone

Said he was still getting the facts but it was true she was deceased

Some time last night Don killed her in her sleep

Said the pastor of the church went by and found her in a sheet

We hung up, and I just cried in the middle of the street

It’s crazy, it messed me up it was hard to believe it (believe it)

Even now it’s still hard to believe it (believe it)

My heart sank into my gut, couldn’t move I was stuck thinkin why couldn’t I see it?

Sometimes I blame myself for it, kinda feel like it was my fault in the end

Cause the last time we spoke was a couple days ago when she unlocked the screen door and told me “talk to your friend”

And I can’t manage to escape, the thought she might be here today

If I never walked away

My life ain’t been the same since the day it all changed

I often wonder in my brain if I could’ve changed her fate, (mane)

(mane) It hit me really close, cause we were really close

Feels like I’m running from a ghost that still haunt me to this day