VERSE 1 (Swamburger)



Fly. Coloring a book named I. black to many sheep where

the cheap tax high. Pillow-case number one of every

waking life, playing dice with a simple trait and

favorite line… “No snake eyes.” Adamant I’ve become for

the will to be a super- nah… more like Luke Cage.

Marvel man suit days. Who pays me to be on point? Me!

Got about Eleven-hundred other runner ups in a rush to

save a life for the wrong means. Wonder what it all

means. Summer love falling for the winter bug… you cold

blooded. These foes love it. Couldn’t survive without

the heat to rise. I got tough skin to defeat the lies.

Passion… just ask them. Strong enough to kick your ass

in. Backed by action, (figured as much) to touch core

individuals free from crutch plus… I don’t wanna save

the world from evil, I wanna save the world from

themselves… to recognize we are the obstacles. Hard to

believe you would need x-ray opticals to be a light to

the Nightshade. Likely I’m hire, heroes retired.







HOOK (DiViNCi)



Dangerous



Times are dangerous



Dangerous



Listen to me now, I know they’re dangerous



Dangerous



Times are dangerous



Dangerous



Times are dangerous







VERSE 2 (Alexandrah)



City blood’s boiling, rises Anita Fite.



Restless decept I despise in finite crisis.



Character of Empress inspired,



Exposed into open of Olympic size.



Foe’s a parent, vantage: disguised.



Load of vocal weaponry’s, a force undenied



Fast and accurate in fashioning paths of my time



Few immune to voodoo



I use parent tools handed down



Now I save you.







VERSE 3 (Swamburger)



We the people unmasked



Fighting for the mass



Have a will to grasp



What’s at stake



Whether you believe in



Fate or negate



The state of now



Circling about



From square one



Seeking another mother to nurture your fathered time



And time again



We will try to be your everything



But not everything about us is a win win







(Alexandrah)



We protect the bold



Enough to be flying despite



A prohibit bit of forbidden sky



In these times.





(Swamburger & Alexandrah)



Take a little credit for your faults…



Halt that personal closure towards your vault



Better the bitter proportionate pro



Hoarding cheddar for the fortunate goal



Found a bit of material



Literal definition for the record that the pitiful

action is boxed in



Plus circuit of worth is boxed in



Stuck wording the mouth,



Alerting the route



Blurting the ouch, the truth hurts



Ain’t no better example than our faults.