the potholes in our lives

The potholes in our lives

We live through the years

Every time we make our grouses

It will take a long way to see the light

We can write letters or emails now

The responses are slow or it never returns

Even if we call the private or public entities

We have to wait in the long queue

The parties will say the nice words

Reporting to the media or TV crew

Back in the offices maybe the angry faces

“Who is sleeping on the job?!”

The potholes in our lives

Now with a new team on the horizon

There will be something good on our way

The seeds have planted now watch it grows

time to tell the truth

Time to tell the truth

Don’t try to deny it

Don’t try to make up tales

The truth will stand in time

Once we steal

There will be a record

Big or small we have it

The angels will record

Even words we say

We may forget

But the records stay

Until it plays back for us

When we do crimes

We can’t escape

We may think others will be asleep

While we run away put a smile on our faces

But we know somewhere

The truth will knock at our heads

We will see the bad ways of our times

We will have to say the truth

the highway blues

The highway blues

The speed on the road

Everyone seems in a hurry

Life takes a back seat

The highway blues

Cars, lorries, buses

Trailers and motorbikes

Speeding along the road

CCTVs to catch the daredevils

The summons will arrive by mail

The daredevils will ignore

They don’t think they have done wrong

The highway blues

The crashes of metals

The turning turtles

The cries of the lost souls

Yet the drivers don’t listen to advice

On the road they speed like demons

The highway blues

When lives are lost

The crying will not make up the losses

Once the dead lies on the street

Leaving words of goodbye unsaid

It’s the highway blues

a serial liar

A serial liar wants to be caught

He has committed many crimes now he wants in

He will try to mock the police and government

He will say he can’t be caught for his crimes

He will say his hands are clean

He hasn’t touched a crime scene

But he will say he is there all the same

Using his lackeys to do his bidding

The police will not find any evidence

Directly connected to the serial liar

He has his connections in higher places

He will walk freely put a smile on his face

But he will put up his tales

He is the serial liar walking on the street

He has no care to the people

He wants his luxurious life and party

The day will come he will face the truth

He can’t hide it all behind a mask

The bell is ringing his name

A serial liar wants to be caught

the moles for hippo joe

The web of moles

Living in the civil service

The feeding of information

One step ahead of the hunters

The Hippo Joe

He lives an easy life

Now he is on the run

He relies on his moles to escape

Interpol Red Alert

A standing order to catch a thief

It depends on the country

To oblige it or ignore

The web of moles

They get paid to filter information

The Hippo Joe will know how to escape

The hunters will search and find clues

No matter how high Hippo Joe fly

He will need his rest and stay alive

When his guards are all down

The hunters will chain him in the cage

mca lost its game

MCA, why keep hanging there?

You are told to leave

By some of the Taiko leaders

And you keep quiet like a mouse?

Gerakan did its way

The party quit Bee Anne straight away

It didn’t want to sink in the deep sea

It takes a small boat sail to another island to stay

MCA, your credibility is gone

You stay around hoping to salvage

But you must have pride

There is nothing left to pick up

The days of crumbs were gone

Once the gravy train stopped

There is nothing for you now

It is best you say your goodbye

You may have billions in assets and shares

It is best you made your exit lived a quiet existence

You make yourself unpopular

By sucking up to Taiko instead of equal partners

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Mama Rosie

Now the crystal ball breaks

You can’t see a thing

It’s only darkness ring

You can’t run now

The jet plane can’t fly

The pilots in the workshop

Learning new skills in life

You stare hard on the crystal ball

You can’t bring the lights back to live

You can’t believe it has abandoned you

Of all the times it happens now

Mama Rosie

Maybe you should cry

The magic has gone to pieces

Nothing will bring it back again

The bling of artificial lights

Once it made you smile

Walking on the red carpet

The world leaders bowed

Now you face the hard truth

Once you do crimes in secret

You can’t escape the eyes

You will face your music and cry

Mama Rosie

Don’t tell the long tales

The blue men will come for you

They will make you grow old

it's the way down

It’s way down

On the slippery rope

There is no hope

In the deep dark hole

The writing on the wall

It has been said through it all

Once you do crime

You can’t escape the law

The men in blue

They will come knocking at the door

The law will reach even the dark hole

It’s the way down

You can say all the excuses

Even write it all in the Facebook

It’s the way down

On the slippery rope

You don’t have the credit

You soiled it in your crimes

The men in blue

They will come knocking at the door

It’s the way down

On the slippery rope

There is no hope

Even crying crocodile tears

don't cry the crocodile tears

Don’t cry the crocodile tears

It will bring you no where

You will face your demon

Like it or not the walk will begin

The piling on the ground

It has hit the high note

The banging hard can be heard

There is no escape or hide

Don’t cry the crocodile tears

There will be no sympathy

You may ask for a cup of tea

Hoping to delay the inevitable

The truth has spoken

You will face the hammer

Once your number is called

Don’t cry the crocodile tears

Don’t cry the crocodile tears

It will bring you nowhere

Once your number is called

The truth has spoken

neck neck race in PKR

PKR tight race

The deputy president’s post

Neck to neck to the tape

Azmin and Rafizi

Rafizi seems cocky

He thinks he made the changes

In GE14 to bring down Bee Anne

The charging of his internet troop

Though he had brought some hard news

To the public listening ears of his exploits

In the court cases he seems to lose his cases

Maybe the judges weren’t fair to him

Rafizi failed in the Kajang move

The bad game caused the internal conflict

In the PKR party on the MB’s post

Azmin finally appointed by HRH Sultan Selangor

Azmin shown his mental strength managing the state

He has his credits for running the Selangor state

He is the fighter learning his craft on the street

He isn’t easily pushed over in PKR

PKR’s poll for deputy president

Azmin will be the decided candidate

When the dust has settled down

Azmin will strike home the ball

sins in the eyes and minds

Sins in the eyes and minds

Nobody can escape its way

The religious officials aren’t saints

The wages of sin are death

We die every time

The young and the old

It makes no difference

We don’t go anywhere

Our ashes go back to the Earth

Enrich the soil once we came

While we are on Earth as living souls

We must be compassionate and humble

Don’t try to show you have the credentials

It is man made to certify you of your learning

It doesn’t give you the all signal clear

You have your sins buried deep in your mind

The faithful and God

Let the way for the religious freedom

We all sins one way or another

The wages of sin are death

We aren’t the saints

Don’t show the authority

Religion is kind and loving

Only we try to show our power of learning

if you are angry

If you are angry

Of things never work the way

You can shout and scream

Releasing your frustration

Else you can punch the pillows

Hit it hard with all your power

Let the pillows take your anger

It will never cry or run away

If you are angry

Take a deep breath and pray

The cool head will prevail

You will stay cool and behave

If you are still angry

Take a cold shower

The cold- water jet makes you jump

It will bring you down to sanity

let us enjoy our cups of criticisms without fear

The political leaders

You stand on the stage

You may look great

You may behave like great leaders

Once you hear or read bad criticisms

You will jump up to the roof

You may get angry and shout F&*&

Just remember you aren’t god

Trading insults

The politicians should take naturally

They will improve in time

Reading the bad criticisms

The ministers too

You are put there by the people

Don’t ever think you can gag the voters

You will put out of pasture

The law on Sedition

It mustn’t be allowed to stay

It has to go to let democracy live

Let us enjoy our cups of criticisms without fear

within the walls of privacy let it be

Let religion be

Let the faithful go their way

Without a hawk watching

It is a privacy

Let religion be free

Let no one sided doctrine

Let the freedom of religion flow

Let no authority to impose its will

Let religion to each its own

Let the faithful pray and learn

Within the walls they congregate

In the spirit of religious freedom

God is merciful and compassionate

So, should the authority involve in it

Let no hawk playing the game

Within the walls of privacy let it be

MH370 the long silence

MH370 the long silence

No evidence to find the ill-fated commercial jet

It sunk somewhere in the ocean

So far nothing to tell its fate

The years have gone

Quietly at the time ticks away

The families who lost their loved ones

Finding closure is hard to do

The answer hasn’t been found

The commercial jet still sunk somewhere

Nothing so far has been recovered

Part of a plane claimed to be from MH370

Maybe the authority should investigate

The water of Andaman Sea

A woman claimed she saw a plane

While returning from her Haj journey

Nobody seemed to believe her story

Above 40,000 feet it is impossible to see

She said she had the vision by God

She saw a plane sinking in the Andaman Sea

MH370 still a mystery

No plane in sight no closure

It has been years since

The answer still searching in the sea

stop playing on 3R

Amno baru leaders

Stop talking on 3R

It may benefit your own

But not the Malays in general

Over 6 decades

What you have done for the race?

They are still living like before

It is your own members got the benefits

Amno baru leaders

Don’t think you will make a return

Until you overhauled the system

Going back to its core values

The nation has many colours

It isn’t going to a race only

So, stop playing the 3R

The country doesn’t need it

the hot potatoes

The hot potatoes

Out of the oven too long

It isn’t hot anymore

It stays cool

Once it could sing

The power game of control

In the oven knocking the lid

Nobody could sleep easily

It’s heydays

The water needed to splash

Giving it a face lift

To see the world in the air

The power in the knocking

The pot of gold would sing

Loudly to the members

Strike it to the core

The strong wind came

Blow the lid off

Exposing the hot potatoes

The pot tumbled over

It isn’t hot anymore

The potatoes are expose

The butcher knife will strike

When the chef receives order

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Mama Rosie

Once you were pretty

What happened through the years?

Didn’t you see in the mirror?

Mama Rosie

You enjoy life of luxuries

Though you don’t have a job

But you could have monies

Vanity makes you down

You wanted to look young

The craft was badly executed

It made you look old

Mama Rosie

Once you fell from grace

The troubles came a calling

The blue men came knocking

You can’t escape

You may have cried a thousand nights

It will not help you to get free

You are charged under Amla

Mama Rosie

You learned too late

Bad deeds have a price to pay

You will pay for your own

The documents tell no lies

You don’t have a job but you have the monies

In your own bank account

You have to come clean and save your soul

on the mining ponds

The still water

On the mining ponds

There is no sign of danger

There is the calm

The dark algae water

In the hot sunny day

The sparkles of reflection

The enticement of a dare

The teenagers will take the bait

In the hot or windy day

They will jump in for a swim

Until something bad strikes

In the still water

Nobody can see its danger

What lies in the ponds?

Sometimes the water ghosts claim

The exchange for a next life

Living its watery existence for something new

There is always a calling to the weak

Don’t go alone you will fall deep

The still water

The calm of the mining ponds

Don’t get fool by it

The bad waiting to exchange

the forty thieves

The forty thieves

They aren’t be free

The days will come

When the main leader is done

You have the money

You have the fun

Feeling the moments of life

Buying people to stay in front

But karma rises up

Since the day the crooks got knocked down

Karma has moved to touch base

The forty thieves can’t escape

They better unload the baggage

Don’t drag all in the heads

There is no escape

When the bluesy men swing the notes

The forty thieves

The ring leader in the heat

They will have to follow

Once the bluesy men play the notes