Genesis of a Nemesis

Rock steady lady you my only successor..    
I wrote my genesis turn the pages, learn to be the next inquisitor..                  
Hard men aiming at my Jack pots..                   
Earned through the years, hitting lottos..    
A decade I spent at Guantanamo..         
Feels like those three days of the condor..      Newscasters keep on knocking on my door.. 
    All they want to broadcast me through el mundo..   
                 
Morning papers reading I am a warlord..            Just coz I rabble and rouse like a mob boss.. 
Treasures in my gold pots..                   
Nothing's left, but some pot holes..             
No matter how much I hate the downloads..   
I never cease the uploads..                   
What use to be a blow job..                   
Is only now a job blow..                   
What I did is an odd job..                   
Of all jobs this is odd..       
   
                
Some couple bottles sighted through my bung hole..                   
It all started with me being dubbed   el-capitano..                   
Truth be told when we set feet east am the only commando..                   
Stories well plotted by my prosecutors..      
Even though my identity is so synonymous with a juror..                   
Turns out Vigo betrayed me he's not a gringo..               
           
Go all the way you the next executor..        
Slow and steady rock steady grow to be the next commando..                   
Turn on the pages of the genesis of nemesis to put an end to these life inhibitors..                
         
Now attending to this media, press or..     
The crew of these journos..                   
As you see me standing in an akimbo..     
Am only human before being a desperado..                  
I am the nemesis of these oppressors.. 
   Whatever, I love to uphold..                   
Turns out to be just a hold up..                   
Guess it's late knowing now ego's not my amigo..                   
I don't even remember any of my motto..     
   
The priest paying me his last visit on death row..                   
In the battle field I breezed past enemies am a Rambo..                   
Flashing back that honeymoon me and mum in Idaho..                   
Pretty girl hush and don't you cry when am no more..                   
I wrote to you my genesis so you read and learn we the only nemesis of these oppressors..                   
Remember soldier girl after all daddy is Numero Uno..                   
In the midst of all these terrors                  
Am still an aficionado..         
         
      Audio sample link below        
         
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1-zvH_rtuiR4fQdAmQk0jLukFWuWiIi3y/view?usp=drivesdk