A little birdy told me, hearts and souls are mouldy,
Walk with me, talk with me on this journey of doubt,
You'll question people and you'll question the drought,
Of honesty people lie about, because it's time to scout,
For people of 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 rhymes and lines, will be classed as divine,
As I perfect and refine,
I'm just wondering how many times,
I can assign the same rhyme , so all sit back with a glass of wine, whilst i intertwine every line,
Lyrics so evil I'm committing a crime,
Maybe I'll get a statue, maybe a shrine,
I need to switch it up so let's all decline,
But you'll remember this verse as one of a kind