The black Turtle ninja
All dressed up to strike
Standing high on the roof top
Feeling the soft whispering wind
The ninja turtle eyes watching
Counting his breaths to take flight
The man of the hour
The man who can't control Rocking Rona
Now on his promotion
A grin on his masked face
He jumps from the top floor
But he can't move his steps
He is tied down by the puppet strings
Carrying away from his top flight
“What the hell!” he mutters
But he knows the truth
His enemies are within his coalition
He can't do a job with them inside his head
So he stands tall
Feeling the wind
Feel the power flow
Yet he can't move ahead
Because he mixes with the wrong group
Forever he has to watch his moves
The black turtle ninja
He may have his shortest stint in life
Unless he listens to good advice
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