Cain Enabled

’Took you into my bed, now I’ve got to lie in it.
Even lies are very tellin’; Fame’s a form of misunderstandin’.

No one told me what’s done out of public sight
could be so demandin’. What gives you the right

to walk out in the nude of the night? My eyes are wet—
runnin’ from my flows like the Taíno—“If you can’t handle

the difference between us, get out of the equation,”
is what you said, so here I go. To kill a man, all you need is a reason.