Our utopia quickly turned sour
The moment your lips touched hers
You’re still under the impression that you hold the power
But our baby is actually your brothers
You messed with the wrong woman
Because now I plan your death every night
One day I’ll be holding your gun
And you won’t be able to even put up a fight
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