Swing Swords

Here I go again armed with the pen

Feeling discharged within using harsh words to blend

While you be on a hard bench critising with your arms bent

Ain't no need to compare your size and my size and

I am not like them and we ain't homies or friends

Plus I'm not the type to walk the marked trend

Rather walk in the park sparking an L getting bent

Or read a book to find out where darkness ends

Yo, I swing swords and put my trust in the lord

You left me no other option than cutting the cord