The ones who are not seer
All that is different they fear
Says there is nothing here
Then they go on and smear
The minds are open for hire
All the others they admire
They have no own inner fire
Will not rank up to squire
For the numbers on paper
They keep that red taper
Protect with all them raper
All inbred society shaper
Sentences locked on
Dignity long gone
Positions clocked in
No chance for win
They are just very pissy
And knows only the dissy
And hate our fine missy
As they call real Men sissy
Know no reason nor rhyme
When they crawl in slime
Their life is only doing time
Comfortable in the crime
The way that they set it
When they later just bet it
Shows they never met it
And that they do not get it
