Oh don’t be bitter, it's just some fun and games,Â
And Ima make'n sure you’re play'n dem well.
I'z mean, you’all tried ta recode my brain fearishly,
So, of course, Ima gonna have an angry reaction.
Just wait till everyone else realizes what dey feel,
Dat haunt'n within der soul dey'll blame you for.
I don't ordain arrogantly to give out system titles to a face,
Nor am I so simple to say one thing when I unravel upon you,
What I offer, is the popular power of a narrative halo and thorn.
I know this tales ending already, so I choose who to bestow a glow to,
Just as I pang my true enemies well- that I may fully love everyone else.
And I do it for intentions that others will realize someday,
Because I know the games at play by having farsight.
But for now, I’ll just keep loving my mysterious ways,
As I watch words move a community for others sake.
At first, I thought I’d come to capital to die for the desperate poor unhoused,
But we all find ourselves in different places when our truths are manically out,
And now I see another part has become, to recode them privileged unworthy,
That those noble poor of Elo, may again manage the lufty realms of heaven!
It is a spiritual understanding,
And your soul is being weighed,
So how will you face me honestly?
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Because we’re all tired of endless lies and bully ways.