I'm sensitive when I write rhymes,
And with my head in the clouds.
It happens sometimes.
But if I start something,
I will fight until it's done,
You will and everyone.
Starting fights that's not me,
But when justice is involved.
I'll get geared up you'll see,
I will let them know,
The true meaning of pain,
Take no prisoners don't let them go.
When I'm done I can forgive,
I'm open for harmony,
In every place I live.
Friendship, betrayal, love and pain,
They live close together,
And you gave me that stain.
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