This is a song about "Change of heart"

Sick as this page open the cage,ma sick mind was a sanctum,but now its a phantom in such an age!,

Had to rearrange and make a durastic change,all i ever made was abit of petty change

With foreign names, valet the range

If i'll be a king of new-york i wouldn't change

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change

Of a woman with a broken heart.

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

Getting aggressive change of complexion,

Cold heart steady dreamin of tropical climates

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Of venom to ya feelings and ya visions of heart

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel