my brother is not a king, but a giant fool,
who would have thought 'he' of all gods get's to rule.
I have faced him with many challenges,
but what I'd like more than anything is to face him in a deul.

He let his own daughter be taken by me,
let's see what this so called ''leader'' shall do.
they watch, they wonder, they look and they see
but what those fools don't know is where to find me.

Persephone, my queen-for 6 months she stays.
my sister and that fool still wait for days and days.
dear ''Persy'', she cries, she moans, she prays,
but cry as she might, she'll stay till the end of days.

No-one shall get her, she's my prize, my queen.
I'll keep this a secret; they won't know where she's been.
My brother, the oaf, the godly fool,
will never know how to judge or for that matter, even rule.

Illegally impaired, I legally had tasted the despair of being there, it's fair, I was better than that but didn't care, so why should my well being just dare, to use something carelessly abused, I'll save you the time, stay out of my shoes, until I find I can't live without you, of course apologize, cause I should never doubt you, I'm in no place to judge but I feel I'm facing judgment, cause I don't check that *** when you pass doing nothing, you're lucky that you're not my kid, I don't know what your people did, but I got a bid to put my foot in, I couldn't-stand to see me in you, so it's one on one, come on, me and you, the tools for a healthy deul fools likely a psyche that's highly superficial, exceptions to the rule, I know, black on black crime official and I wish it was a simple way to put it, but I know I couldn't.. I can't tell you bout it, instead I'd rather show you, feels like I'm getting under your skin, I told you.. I feel I'm holding my grudge back, I'm better testifying difficult and exercising principles that clarify the clarity no man can guarantee, cause it was fair to me.