Secret Spy
A thief, someone that fiends for them millions in life
Never will that be, mentality controls the spy’s fight
In disappearance, invisible to all who gets convicted
So relax, that thief wont attack who gets conflicted
Once I knew a young man, he was just a teen at that
His passion for money, he was just so mean at that
No one ever knew he was around, he felt invisibility
Cursed with evil, so he’d burst with lethal responsibility
He defended his attentions, as he pretended to play
By loving his skill, to steal from the rich was his pay
He’d look to destroy, so he’d always like in betrayal
His brain messed up, and all he did was fight in denial
Never was he loyal to reality, nor royal to mentality
He scavenged for fame, by erupting his foil to fatality..
Eventually he figured, hesitation would grab him
And he was correct, never to suspect it’d stab him
Soon people thought, he would be equal to wrought
So devastated, in time he was to lethal to be taught
Then the government stepped in, saying he’d die a thief
So the peasants asked another, is this lie just brief?
The police thought, maybe privacy was to end his agony
When living hospitality, immortality was to lend integrity
He seen the highs, and the lows, but he couldn’t apologize
Still he couldn’t realize, all he really shouldn’t annualize
No matter the consequence, he remained on the hustle
So he explained strong to muscle to stop the rustle
His fear to appear, was only to determine wrong
The ending to this fact of this annoying violin song
A thief, someone that fiends for them millions in life
Never will that be, mentality controls the spy’s fight
In disappearance, invisible to all who gets convicted
So relax, that thief wont attack who gets conflicted