To the Empress of the city.
It's so sad the way you try to impress the city.
But you ends up depressed by it. Grab a seat, for the chronicles gonna hit so hard while we roll the dice,
Your eyes to open and see the beautiful death
fulfilling killing den.
You always want to impress the eyes in the city and you can't see ya self falling apart in it.
When them turn their neck, most envy about you
But since they think you're happy, they
congratulate you,
For they don't want to ruin your happiness, But a set of sons want to check what you have the best in you, check your smiles with a peck,
Until you choke from your neck to the sun set.
Stop impressing the city,
Coz you will end up in depressed If not in deep rest.
Maybe you can't see it but that's how it is Ooh my Empress of the city.
#@kagwe32
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