Forget I said that— what?
I knew how to tick a woman when I want to
Because I can be a suspect and a victim at the same time in the eyes of others
When a victim becomes a suspect— wow, now that is rich, right?

I am letting you see the complexities of my life
I do not know the full story and it is not my story to tell
But I forgot, I am a poet so I need to write one story

You want me to let you know what I am thinking of?— You might not like it when I let you in
Like cable management, mine was tangled
But I am like Nanno, a living karma

I dance for danger, talking to strangers
Calling the shots for a gun or a glass
I kiss skeletons hidden in the closet
But I do not kiss and tell
Rode a motorcycle in full speed.

Hunger and thirst do not end well— It is a recipe for disaster
But I make sure each person cannot see the broad of daylight even you.