Who am I to say? I have a letter made of steel. I rap underneath the table. But I can spin a rhyme just like a wheel.
I left hell when I said goodbye. You looked at me and shrugged. You asked if I was sure enough– The distance as we hugged.
Been battered, bruised, and torn– Kicked while I was down. Forced to dress your way, so you could steal my crown.
This world…why? What did we do? Why must we hate? What must we prove?
Disease and anger flowing hot
Forgetting all that makes us free