Come B, come B, I hear them yelling.
Both my ears, are now swelling.
I look around, all I see peace.
And I think to myself.
Why would they want me B?
It must be a greifer, screaming in the mic.
Thinking that I will start running for my life.
But that kid, does not know me.
I will not run, I will walk slowly.
I consider rotating to B.
Who am I kidding?
They will never see a glimpse of me.
You can put a bullet thru my brain.
But I will always, stay at A.
