we do call it a game
not just a game of power buh one for the throne, I'm from a dirt zone, they set us all ahead,
we're been gambling.
the minor do support the masses,
then they can see we are surviving,
they do call God on our behavior, when they want progress but they won't wait to see us to the end.
the throne is only suitable a for the wise
not the calling,
the right to liberty is now on tax,
I call this a night, the new beginning we are begging who will lead us'I say'.
with a single time,
they are buying our right,
who will share more light,
this is a game of the cheerleaders,
politics in my country.
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