Worked hard for the money
But I ain't digging no dough,
I planted precious seeds
With my bare hand plough.

A scattered debris lost in wilderness,
Like a shipwreck in an open breeze.
You only remember my face
When you've consumed your cheese.

This credo is much draining
And understanding is lost page,
You only have your struggles in stories
And you don't cared on my fate.

having true to words and promises
Is a long lost line in your books
I am oppressing the evil
Ideas of the modern day crooks.