Mother nature is my bible
Rome is what the world shall idol
It's a show full of recitals
There's no backbone, have no spinal
Assassins crack your souls like chiro
Cling to my pride for survival
Spirit like fire, I am a pyro
I can't be torn by Ivorys tidal
there will be storms, many trials
But the heavens cast a smile
Cause he know me, better than he
Who has shot with loaded rifles
Life's a game of demons and angels
And those who fight for their survival
Avoided webs to become entangled
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