I will not follow in the paths of day anymore back when our thoughts were not entirely intact, we must not make the same mistake we made last year.
The hours were long, our wages were small Somehow, we need and wants were getting greater Like mines, I wanted more boxes of lobster tails from Maine But instead I purchase bags of rotten potatoes from the local grocery stores Did the customers get the most nutrition out of Idaho Potatoes? Hell no!
I had to make the connection with the dots to connect to the future It wasn’t an overlooked of the payroll mistakes It was the greed of the political investors, But those classes of people, unions, lawyers, and businessmen Those ******* laboring class of upper people rob us.
Time has passed and hearts were broken So many innocent lives were taken away from us. Either by drowning in the rough sea or they got hit by the city buses
They tear us down on every side till we were numb They uproot our hope like a tree Some of us fought with our body to rise, But encounters dark passages on the rough seas We shall not follow on the path of the day anymore A new year, a new beginning, a fresh wipe, a clean slate