I used to be fly
When I was fly
Now the birds
only perch for the sky
Normal went out
Breath now forgotten
I can not breathe
Is the new slogan
Enemies tend to bring out you
Clout is the new black
I want a piece back to back
Surplus put it inside back pack
I will require it the needs arises
Nowadays the needs outshines cause
Rogue blues erodes the white inside
One down resting restless
His inside disturbed
One was taken out
By Copperfield's and boots
When will this madness end?
Killing is not our nature
Lest we are worse than animals
Eh! I dare say
Our ancestors will turn
And curse the wicked and unjust