Bentley: Welcome to the show dear friends, please come in. Wear your spookiest attire for this is our time.
//Bentley’s cobbled together a band of..mostly spooks. He also had enough money to hire a bodygaurd/bouncer(Not pictured but soon….) to help monitor and maintain crowds. Feel free to rent them out for other haunted events they are officially on tour.
*Everyone has that friend that as close as you may be, you’ll always feel some sort of tension, an inner unrest, where each other’s pride collides and though you may never understand what triggers such negative emotion…deep down inside you know that every aspect of your lives is in some way a subliminal competition.*
It’s like your my shadow,
It’s like your my clone,
So fixated with the thought of taking my throne.
Tryna steal my crown,
Tryna bring me down,
Tryna do anything and everything to be like me now.
The way that you talk, I hear myself when you speak,
Though I still acquire more attention, you can’t copy my technique.
You can replicate every aspect of me but you’ll never get the same admiration,
cuz nobody likes a despicable imitation.
I gave you people to associate with, i gave you class,
You talk so much shit, though you still kiss my ass.
You look into the mirror and I’m your reflection,
Tryna be like me as if it satisfies an obsession
but honey I do me and I do it to perfection.
What separates you and me
Is that your heart has too much pride and your body lacks dignity
So determined to outshine me,
But you’re not even close to my vicinity.
I’m not cocky, I’m just tryna be real,
Tryna define who you are, and explain how I feel.
You’re not independent, just you hide your emotional insecurity,
Bury your vulnerability, and mask yourself with a facade of ‘maturity'
Use my past against me and use it as your excuse,
to be someone of importance and let your body loose.
Heart full of animosity,
Mind filled with jealousy,
Soul consumed with envy
And yet you still claim that you’re a friend to me?