I am, wicked
I am, tormently sick
I am, speechful
and I AM
speaking my mind to you
See me in colors or see in black
Its the change that goes on,i ain't no hack
Endure me, embrace me, accept me, are all the same
You do one, you know you have done them all
Rely, on me
Don't even count on me much
I am, your rock
I also crave your touch
My speech, it always go to you
My rhymes, this part i own so much
Inside, i know i`ll never stop
Outside,you are sure i`m not begun.
Wicked!
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