Mad At Them
I need to ride
In those Ferraris
(Like they do)
And feel proud
Of my efforts
(Yeah, to...)
But I see
The possibility
Is getting slimmer by the day
Politics is aLl thAt dooms my future
They are fighting as to determine who rules
But I see they all have nothing
That is in their heads
Say, they are fools
They say they do big deals
They call themselves big bosses But they are big losses
Because they bar our ways to success!
(Mad at them)
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