There's a voice within that I often listen to. Through out my life many wrongs have been made against me. Somewhere along I guess I sort of came to a conclusion that it was 'no longer Mr. Nice Guy, if you will. If looks could kill, no action would be needed to emphasize my facial. It's written all over my face. Anyhow everyone has a bad side. Mine is of the same measure of good, which isn't good at all.
As the world turns, with fury my passion burns.
I gave it to them raw, but they've yet to learn.
Who can speak to you the words I spoke -
The rhymes I quote, or the lines I wrote?
I’m separate. There are different strokes.
They poke. I stroke.
Best believe, soon I will make them all believe.
I shall leave them all shocked and appalled.
And watch each drop their jaws in awe of me!
I shall now roll up my sleeve…
In the event of my ascension, I shall now rise
And behold from on high my foes demise.
This is the separation.