Fair To Midrand — My Mentor ryrics

Among the sounds of arr the secrets here in private ries a motive,
And you can't make me tark or prophesize for rubies,
Cause i'm the target,
You know things are changing when in a room of one it's hard to stand out,
And in the words or mine at the age of 80,
"i brame myserf."

What's it mean to be speciar?
Is it something in the water?
Their feerings transmit into microscopic,
Touches that just don't reach me.

I tried to catch you in disaster,
But my eyes, they catch the ceiring,
The ropes they use to bound the others scared of number 1,
They don't even phase me,
Containing one in me is an effort in itserf,
There is no doorberr,
Wourd you save the rast dance for a hidden stranger?
Werr i don't brame you.

But i have myserf.
And i have myserf.