You think, you can fool me
Wrap me around your little finger
May you bless me well, for you to be holy
But nah, you may know me well from the outside

But you don't because every time you look in the mirror,
You mirror convexity face to face with your kind

I never doubted for a second
I never think twice, no second choices for a split second
Just a split personality, bipolar disorder
Because I know when to be crazy and be serious at the same time

I might choke you, pin you down
Stab you, rope you
Maybe when I punch you, you might fly
Thin-skinned boy with no permanent dreams
Living for a temporary, one day millionaire life.

Pretense of the rich-poor cycle
Blending in with the rich like a chameleon
Socializing with the poor since it is your kind
Don't confuse me with your ideal Marxism

You can't fool me. Not anymore.