Scolding the emboldened votes polling, the golden child, just was rolling wild, while proud, look through the files seen his crooked smile, we shall, embrace the smiling face with styles of taste, all through the city it's a pity that we only chase, for base, and so the youth will think the flukes the truth, in booths abuse the juice to boost our proof to groups of scoops, I'm loose, in the projects shooting loops of hoops, then scampered, below the bleachers, cause I'm just camper, poorly pampered, who wants to tamper with the poor bystander social class, we're seen as mediocre jokers, gropers finish last, I gasp, and tried to grasp what was hard to grab, the golden child with his confidence not lost to jabs, it's sad, to watch a little person go for his, while all his peers lost they years, selfish delves in rear, and though we're here, now we're history, misery, while his jittery, glitters the, LIBERTY.