Out the Bag (Jamaican Dream)

Like dice games on the Sabbath Your sins thrown in my path Craps— You lose again, my baby You knew that bitch wouldn’t last Cat’s out the bag Like a secret held back This horse has left the stable Like a fable on cable I flipped my life’s channel Now I’m in Jamaica riding on camels I know there’s Suitors And shooters And blue-collar looters Spammers And scammers All avoiding the slammer They ain’t my type But one of ‘em can be tonight Long as they play their cards right Never planned to let you go But you insisted on being a hoe I fought harder than I should Loved longer than was good Built a home from broken boards Prayed the walls would somehow hold But you traded what we might have been For pussy bought and sold Now it don’t even matter That’s what makes this so much sadder Not the nights spent wide awake Not the promises you break Not the silence Not the shame Not the ashes of your name You were Sunshine in the doorway Gold spilling through the cracks Funny how the brightest people Leave without ever looking back Now the smoke has finally settled Now the mirrors tell the truth Somewhere amongst the wreckage I stopped searching for you