He’s been taught to protect, to detect, the bad eggs, that want to have his head!
He’s a good mate, he will be there by your side if it kicks off, he’s the man who will show, his pride,
fighting by your side, following the ancestral soup.
Almost makes you want to puke!
Standing firm, fightings been engraved in him.
loyalty to his mates, his kin, to protect, right or wrong doesn’t matter, in this here latter days of this here game!!
He will do anything for you, help out, give a job be loyal through, as he’s the boss of you!
Buying drinks, meals for those who feed his soul, the ones, who get attention cause he’s receiving admiration, the ones who feed the energy frequency of his needs, his desires and the wires, don’t ask for him to be true for that he cannot do, that hook that took, the good man, loyal one, but to whom???

Now does he have children to? did inflation hit?
Would she be struggling in the mix?
Rent, electric too, forget about the food, hungry Horace’s they are it’s true, but fed watered, comforted too, not much for me to do!!!
The mother she’s the best, she’ll provide, all the needs even when she’s on her knees still she feeds!!!
No one knows for I’ve told the tale of her evil displays, her nervous breakdown, disconnection, even though it was me giving others affection!!

I’m of the hook, good woman she be, I can just feed me,
No worries for the ones, who know the masks, that slipped and shown, the inside hole,
no one will know of my pretend show, admiration, no complications, just feed my soul.
The man in his meat suit believing it so !!!!