A little birdie told me, hearts and souls are mouldy,
Walk with me talk with me on this journey of doubt,
you'll will question people and you'll question the drought,
of honesty people lie about,
Because it's time to scout, for kindness on earth,
From birth i think I've been cursed,
it gets worse as I rap this verse, I'm trying to explain how life can be complicated,
because we're all intoxicated, muffled in fumes of disease and fleas that cling onto your skin,
use the energy within, and repel them,
this is where your journey Will begin,

I've been searching for a moment or a pinpoint in time,
when these and rhymes and lines, will be classed as divine,
As I perfect and refine, I'm just wondering how many times,
I can resign the same rhyme, so all sit back with a glass of wine,
Whilst I i intertwine every line,
Lyrics so evil I'm committing a crime,
Maybe I'll get a statue, maybe a shrine
I've got to end this, so let's all decline,
But you'll remember this verse as one of a kind...