I pushed and pulled the tides
Made lemonade out of limes
He had no say
As i drowned in a bay
Of my own tears
And his own childish cheers
I lifted myself to the roof of my head
Against my skin pounded the lead
Of my mechanical weapon
Where grammar was allowed to bend
I fell, I ate away, I laid, I broke thrice
He fell, he swam away, he ran, he broke dice
One printed words became my sting

Stand tall and bling