Well versed in versions of certain persons I upgraded my purse I’m Persian, I never curse a person’s burden , in reverse my hearse is swerving, If I can’t see behind the curtains I won’t shake hands like surgeons, Keep my Heart guarded just like the queens garden, I don’t beg for pardons I take one more like harden Writing in the margin. Put the boot in like Spartans. when I cross you like tartans you get snatched like a bargain, And leave you smarting like a board with a dart in. Nah it’s all talk the walk is a fantasy like a children’s book. Just fakin it till I make it cause I need the right look, Trying to sound like the best around cause I needed the right hook, But I never put another man under my foot, Always gave before I took, moving straight like a rook, Cause ain’t no such thing as halfway crooks, I’ve been scared and I’ve been shook, Surrounded by baseball bats on the bridge I stood, The pens my weapon and the darkness is my enemy, I look over the fence to see that they can be a friend to me, I’m speaking friendely hoping to eventully, replace the fear for empathy and bring some peace there’s meant to be. Breaking the cycle like a stick in the spokes, Dismantle the hoax when I open up the cloaks and get to the centre like yellow on some yolks, provoking jokes like leaves on oaks they fall in autumn and look like ghosts who need some hosts and he who boast to be the most is just another wave under boats.