Ones A Player. Poem by Lyfe Tymme
Ones A Player.
I was ones a player wit the heart of a jailer
I am now baller n a healer
Happy with Genesis
Even when his the Nemesis
He's my Son
The blood that burns like sun
Fire is notin' in compare
Wrongs to rights am prepare
Feelin' great though is hard
Killin' ain't an option; that's so bad
Fightin' my head ahead
Mongers gossips I heard
Genesis is my Nemesis.
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