I D E S P I S E tattletales.
There's one amongst my cworkers.
Funny thing is, she doesn't know I know.
She has it out for me.
Don't know exactly why either.
Sure I made mistakes in my first few weeks in a new position.
It happens.
But I learned from my mistakes.
It's all good now.
Or so I thought.
Whatever happened to the code of the street?
No matter what, don't narc,
Don't squeal,
Keep yo mouth shut,
Mind yo business.
Oh wait, she's an uptight, racist, war mongering, busy body.
She's the old lady that writes angry letters
and spies on her neighbors thru her blinds from the safe haven that is her living room.
The fake woman who's sticky sweet to your face but talks up a shit storm as soon as you turn the corner.
Shitty thing is, I would go out of my way for her.
I thought she was cool!
We'd talk shit, make jokes...hmph.
Now I know better.
Not gonna catch me slippin' again.
My lips are sealed.
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