Let me bring you a little bit close to me Amoment of your time is all that I need Walk the same path, but follow my lead Real feelings that I have is all you’ll see Every thought I have, I have to put on paper New idea right now that I’ll write about later Call me anything you want my words are my weapon Every time someone hates me, I’ll just let them All I have to do is keep perfecting my talent Let every word I write hit them like a mallet Obstacles are a problem, but I don’t see any in sight Now here’s a reason to believe the words that I write Zorro was good with a sword, like me with a pen Others think I’m conceited, I can’t try to pretend What else can I do, but except I have a good skill Having you believe is hard, but I bet that you will In every fight there has to be a winner and a loser The winner will be me, and the loser is the paper Enter the mind of a man who has a master plan Just Remember the world will be in my hands
