What We'Ve Become Is Not Who We Are
What we've become is not who we are
When a man reject his culture
He cut off his root
We have went from being who
We are to who we think we are supposed
To be
And this is killing the essence of our
Existence
We choose wealth over dignity
We choose money over royalty
We can't even stand tall with the truth no more
Cos vanity has it cover over our soul
And now we cry
When no one care
We die when no one knows
Is hard to keep going cos
What we've become is not who we are
What we've become is not who we are
If we are created to die
What is the need to be born
Or did we burry our shames
And decide to be sheep's
We always run to death too quickly
When life is calling with an empty answer
Humans are like to prodigal son
Despite our past we remain the pigs
That never want to be cleaned
No wonder is difficult to find truth
Surviving in this era cos
We never learn to change
Worst of all
What we've become is not who we are
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