The speakers blaring, telling me the world is mine.
Started to believe it when I gave up the swine,
started feeling better when I went full Alkaline.
Had a couple bad dimes trying to steal my shine
but got tingles in their spine once they crossed the line
and started to realize that NATO don’t shine
Bitch I glow!
Time makes me better like your favorite Bordeaux.
Arms wide open like I’m back in Rio de Janeiro
blessing everyone with knowledge like Jean-Jacque Rousseau.
and I wrote this poem here so that you may know
that the legend of the last breathing Annunaki continues to grow.