We love to hate them Politicians who engrave love into our hearts By promising us promises that we love to be promised
He said, it ain't my fault that am rich Because your ignorant
He said, your poor And you love stories about being rich And am rich And I have stories for poor, about being rich
Mediocre So you used to go school get yourself educated Information is all that matters, but too late for you. You'd rather be home and watch movies and **** Impressing nobody,Vibin, old school and **** Untill one day you wake up, your life wasted Bulding companies that you'll never own and ****. You realize your just a laborer in this chain of life And your the right guy for promises and ****
Evolution I like poems that rhyme A symphony, the ultimate beauty of ryme scheme Like a sad pathetic story, that suddenly made it A perfect song that touches the soul, and theΒ Β lyrics, Blend with your everything From your failing ralations and weight of the universe Choking your existence ........ And the lyrics, blend with your everything Except the reality that your probably stuck in a maze, And humans are always depsrate to be lead. So we selected an enticing promise and we collectively Elect it And we feel happy And We toast to our independence, or evolution or whatever you call this type of ****