Wasn’t it agreed and spoken?
A man should have his word of honour
Otherwise he’s like the butterflies of nowhere
While butterflies flirting with the flowers
I am up completing my tasks
Butterflies leap from flower to flower
Throwing shades and blowing harsh winds
No explanations needed and be defensive
Fulfilling my obligations and kept my words to others
Cruelty to the max, a real man should not
Maybe like a butterfly drawn to the rainbow
Is heart colourful or tainted with black?
It is quick for people to judge
What do they know that’s partly mine??
I don’t show off and announce my deeds
I know my preference and never confused
Thus no harsh winds can blow me away
I am grounded with the strength of the Almighty
What goes around comes around
Do not do unto others what u don’t want others to do unto u