I want you to grow strong or weak as you want
Bless your belly with peace or fight
But never from my port, Don't even wait
Please be clever and mind your own bite.
Eat on your own because..
My stomach has digested too much poison
My teeth just grinded wherever came from the sauce pan
I was a fool and here i am, in a point of no return
Meanwhile there you're, you can keep your map or make a turn
Unless when i'm gone, never approach my table
Come when its right time to erase my shameful table
You either smell my smell and become a rebel Or
Smell my smell and become the nobble.
Choose the bottle from where you can take a sip
Make yourself the pool where you can dive deep
Eat your own food, eat that you did rip
Listen your heart beat and respect each single lap.
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