Opps

There goes the opps and adversaries

I read them again in obituaries

Let them torment their bitterness teeth

But I make them sweet as strawberries

And envy and jealousy, increase their degrees

Villainous evil like men in regimes

Kill them or not, my hands would be clean

Too late now, I'm spilling the beans.

Competing with me like a nightmare seen

Putting me down but I'm a machine

Ripping them out cause I left none keen

Putting white chalk on their hopes and dreams

Give me my suit, I'm morphing again

Live by my stride and count up to 10

I'll leave you alive to die within

And keep you beside by trophies and gems

And haters and critics, I hollow them in

Laters and biddings, I'll see you again.

By: Arman Yusuf