You got it not by honest means,
Just very unlike me,
But that won't cause the rain to stop,
But that won't cause the rain to stop.
In this dirty corrupt game of life,
Where deserves get just hope.
You ride boldly on a gallant ride,
All ready to claim the ribboned prize
While luck sprays glitter
Over your head,
I will be there rotting in my chair dead.
But pay no need to my grave,
Cause I will be there haunting you when your dead.
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But alas I see the light,
Of what was white was truly black,
Yet I am here in the cage,
Where bones rattle and time dosent give away.