I say Hi they say Hey
When I walk past them on the way
But that's just a way to be polite
'Cause someone taught me this one thing
Whether you're slave or whether you're king
You should always greet someone in sight
I go on with my day
With the work I have to do
Who am I?
Oh, I don't have a clue!
It's funny that we are being called by a name
And that same name becomes popular when the owner shoots to fame
People expect us to make a change the moment we arrive on this planet
To make another Taj Mahal or write something like Hamlet
So instead of enjoying life, we try to make impress others
Even if that means selling our sisters and our brothers
But what sense does it make if at the end of the day
You take off your happy mask to find your face full of hatred
But that hatred is for nobody else but you
Take an example from your feet and try to fit into your perfect shoe...