Genesis My Nemesis. Poem by Lyfe Tymme

I was ones that player with the heart of a jailer
I am now taller, a feels great to be a love healer
Happy with Genesis
Even when his the Nemesis
Brought him to this world of sins
This is how it seems
He's my son
With the blood that burns like sun
Fire is notin' in compare
Wrongs to rights am prepare
Feelin' great though is hard
Killin' ain't an option; that's so bad
Fightin' my head ahead
Mongers gossips I heard
Genesis is my Nemesis.