For somebody
Somebody come, somebody go.
Somebody is rich, sombody is poor.
The more you have known, the more you know you have unknown.
The more you get, the more you owe.
keep an eye on a loser and you will be a loser.
Go after the winner and you will be a winner.
Somebody is waiting for ya,
Cheers, boys!
The futer is Ours!
This poem is about:
Me
My community
My country