They lied to us
We lied to them
Old men and women of pur society
Lured them to voting for a youth like us
We call them;people of this city

Budget box at hand
Sledge hammer on our heads
No flour to soar our throats
No caffeine to flatter our heads

kids on their tattered uniforms
Parents on their torn overalls
City still crazier
Maybe we voted thieves on midday