{Set I: Brandon}
The clouds dissipate from my mirror
Now I can see my vision a bit clearer
I struggle to be the best out now
My enemies fall back to a lil foul
Remember when Kyrie talked up my ego?
Maybe she drifted away because of my ego
32 hours of silent communication
The heart hurts when she placed a lot of sanction
I try to save everybody, but is it my place to choose?
Playing God with my options, is it my place to loose?
I pull the strings like a puppet master
Yet I'm the one running a bit faster
It isn't my place to choose a proper fate
With Doctor Fate, I want everyone past the gate
Some people will fall
Some people refuse to get up
Some people will claw
Some people will corrupt
I study abroad as I study the field
Yet even I need to sometimes yield
Over the years I've learned people in the water will frown
I also learned that you have to let certain people drown