Twist and turns, bruised and hurt For having faith, accused of being fake But still I stand, enduring till the end Martyrs try to polytheis' this Being, but Deep within lives a king, don't get it twisted this is no fiction And so my vision is clear, vinni da viccii my portraits are vivid Never mind those who try to mimic, this perfect image Pay homage to the soul typing this Whose focus is never shifting, even though emotions tend to be changing When twists and turns arrive I think God, Demi gods or polytheism But I don't want to pass no criticism No I don't, and I do have my reasons Spring, summer and autumn and winter aren't jealous of each other Everything has its time and season, I've been thinking Everything used on earth has a maker The additional beauty, you add using make-up And the melody, helping you wake-up every morning I know my maker ____________