Sun up high
Stomach cry
So it's noon?
Time really fly.

So, here i lay
With a story to tell
About big-bellied men with tie
Flocking 5-star hotel.

They get 5-course meal
When i afford none
Thanks to the money they steal
It has made them won.

They run the state
Our life in their hands
They decide our fate
Is that why they kick us hard?

Bieze Josephat

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