Knowing Worth

A doubt one too many times about where my loyalties lie. Rushed decisions in moments of stress leaving deep incisions in all you got left. Am sat head spinnin, loose ends...a frayed knot. You sat blood thinnin, tight friends...afraid not. So out comes the needle an out comes the thread but these ol hands of mine 've been put to bed, hope you payed close attention or just hope that your blessed cos believe me its hard an now its your turn to stitch up this mess.

Follow suit. Hard to say an harder to do but trust me bruv this one's for you. Cut the ties that waste your time, all under carpet...drawing lines. Something screwing with your compass, never look to me...your brother, instead look to whose hand it lies.