To receive what you give
For you to see what you really are
I am my own justice over you
For me to receive what I give
I have become immune to my own poison
And became the silent killer
I am
With the pride of my sword
Sharp as my heart
The words in my pen
Sharp as my mind
To make my justice above you
I have become what I am
What God doesn't have done to you
Know that a man can do too
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