He went to the moon
Without firing a rocket
So says a former MIC leader
Joining the crocodile party
He forgets he will not breathe
He will find his days unsatisfied
He will always gasping for air
Because he went to the moon
The crocodiles promises
Everything under the moon
The real substance they stay
The man so eager to join the party
Good luck to him
MIC nourished his time
Now he turned his back
Thinking he can fly
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