Hand pick my bouquet, shower me with praises, say my name, ignite my flammable spirit, of your love, not only do I survive, I strive
For tomorrow is not promised, the present is a present, future seems brigher when my Flowers is given while I’m alive

Carres my ego, kiss my ring, for I exist umong snakes so leathal
Generational indoctrination, hearts hurting , minds minupulated, trusting nor loving has never been so fatal

Garden of Eden we eat the Appel as if it’s kosher
I need every red rose respect on my cest, for my soul elevating seems more and more closer