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SHOUT OUT TO THE YAM EATERS

I listened to their melody
Which for me is a malady 
Still I listen to their rhapsody
Which is nothing but fallacy

They tell us they make law
But they're thieves to the core
They fight one another so raw
Even their suits they tore

I thought they stood for the poor
But they are crooks on the floor
Pulling up chairs to fight war
Supremacy is spilling blood
When it starts, the lazy ones crawl

The oil will soon stop
And the agitation will drop
Now that the price is fall
Won't we go back to the crop
Before all the budget flop

They've stolen the money
Now we wake up to a dry morning
Leaving us to mourning
When we recall the sweet old memory. 
May the cankerworms of this country 
Are eating us to our grave in a hurry.

( FM CONCEPTUAL)

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