Turn on the t.v. it was hard for me to understand

All the commotion that was caused by this older man

I call it poison you call it real

That's how i feel

Everytime he speaks i wish he would just get canned

Does not have the remotest right

to decide who should live in this land

 

Now that i think of it he will soon be in power

Next to his tower

Talking about our people

Falling of like a sepal of a flower

All of this caused by something called power

 

The time will pass and soon enough he will have trouble

His stress from everything will surely double

Not having a clue on what to do

He'll probably catch the flu and get sick

But his the majority so he will get back up quick

And start to pick on people

That's what he does best

Sees everyone else as a pest

 

A man can dream and for me it's only just one

The day he won it made me look up to the sky

Asking for an answer knowing i won't get it

Tried to live somewhere i simply did not fit

It was the end for me

And now i could see

All of the things he said were right

But all i could do is get up and fight!