the seat of power

Once power slips away

It will hardly crawl back

It will look for another one

On the seat of power

Once one makes a mistake

The power game will become naught

The person will lose it all

The crying shame to work so slow

Once power in the hands

It has to stay true to its causes

Once it is used for ulterior motives

The sins will make the downfall

Once power comes in

Don't be greedy and haughty

It can be taken away

As easily as it makes its entrance

where are the balls?

Where are the balls?

It has gone to the pit

Hiding against the light

It doesn't want to show

Where are the balls?

The chicken takes a roll

Kicking around in the pen

Shrieking loud with bad eyes

Where are the balls?

The transgender swallows it whole

Right to the moment

It disappears from sight

But really where are the balls?

Be a man takes the roll

It can't be bad to stand up

Admit there is a wrong

Where are the balls?

The gong in Bamboo River

The stream of visitors

Be a man takes the roll

she's standing at the other side

She's standing at the other side

With long hair on her shoulder

She looks into my eyes

She smiles sweetly

But I am on the other side

I wish I can run over there

I can only smile back

The opportunity goes to the wind

By the time I turn around

She has gone with the crowd

Into the sea of people in a crowded street

I search around I find nothing only her smile

With a forlorn look I walk back

The day turns a different tune

Then I hear a voice by my side

“Are you looking for me?”

She's standing at my side

With long hair on her shoulder

She looks into my eyes

She smiles sweetly

smoke

There is a smoke

It wants to blind your eyes

You don't see it straight

You barely know the way

You stand alone

You try to find your way

You want to go on living

Not in the struggling mode

There is a smoke

It comes rushing to you

You are caught in its web

Of blindness in the wind

You feel the choking

It clouds your eyes

You stand alone

You try to find your way

There is a smoke

It wants to blind your eyes

You are caught in its web

Of blindness in the wind

every statement came like a lie

The secret in the beginning

For years it was kept in the dark

When it was exposed by the foreign medias

It was still in a denial mode

There were no straight answers

Every statement came like a lie

It was to close up the ears of the rural folks

The city folks weren't fooled

The months which came

The holes become too many

The answers still in progress

Even today there is no closure

It can't be censored

The sins committed

It will have to face

The law of the nation

There is no escape

Though power grants some solace

But the sins will have to pay

Today or tomorrow

the little toy guns

The little toy guns

Box in the cupboard

Putting it high up

Leaving it there

When the bad things happen

When the crying is loud and clear

It shakes up the little toy guns

It will make the move in the night

Outside the congregation

Of the bad people going

They want to make it worst

They don't see the picture

They only see

The money coming

The pockets will be full

The shouting matches

And the little toy guns

The box opens and they climb down

In the night the business

Of making it right

The little toy guns

It looks so harmless in the box

Wait until bad things happen

Then don't cry for help

whose fault is it?

A child falls

From the sky to the ground

It isn't superman flying

It's a poor child

He never walk again

He never see the light

He never see his parents

He is claimed by the Earth

He should be told

Don't play on the highrise

Once he falls there is no escape

The emptiness void will claim his life

It's sad day

A child falls

From the sky to the ground

And whose is to blame?

something

Something it says

I don't see

The shadows floating

In the corridors of power

Something it says

Listen by the people

What I hear it comes differently

It makes me swallow in pain

Something it says

There is the equal rights

“You can believe in me

I don't tell no lies”

Something it says

I can't figure it out

I get stuck in my mind

The potholes in my eyes

Something it says

Under OSA the people don't have to know

Let them just walk in limbo

And I don't get it

For one man

Something it says

I shout out loud

It seems the truth walk

Something it says

Nobody can stand the pain

It has to change

And I don't get it

the highrise buildings

The highrise buildings

Nice to stay dreams in the clouds

During the nights the glittering stars

The cool wind blowing by

Live like a lord

High up to the sky

Rich or poor in our midst

Living on the highrise

The highrise buildings

It is also the place for suicides

Of boys or girls hurling down to the ground

Think of the bad karma circulating around

I had worked and stayed on highrise building

It always gave me the creep in my mind

Looking down from the edge of the glass panels

I could never feel comfortable with it

The highrise buildings

It will be here like it or not

Those who stay should be aware

The bad karma circulating around

if good men don't make the noise

If good men don't make the noise

The nation will go the other way

By then we shouldn't cry and complain

It is our own doing pretending nothing happens

If good men don't wake up and see

The nation will go to the bad habits

The cultivation of bad seeds will grow

There lies our future sorrow

If good men of the past never hit the wall

Now the payback has come to haunt us

The nation has gone the wrong direction

The bad men and women take control

Now if the good men still sleeping

Thinking the life of the nation will stay

They must be dreaming all day long

The promises have gone to the pit

Only a few good men have tried

To make the nation fly high

But the current scandals derail it

The monkeys enjoying the walk in the park

the slow walk of redemption

The billions pouring in

It seems like the falling rain

The private accounts getting soaking wet

There is no alarm bell to tell?

Exposes by the external medias

The contents of money trails

It seems damaging to a man

He still walks with a straight face

The nation of people reel

To laugh or to cry or to play stupid

The billions pouring in

Into the wrong accounts

The laws have gone to cash

It seems that is the way to go

The slow walk to redemption

The nation of people cry

The seat of contamination

The creepers get hold of it

It spreads wide into the whole

The nation of people pray

The slow walk of redemption

The nation of people cry

We can't be taking it quietly

It spreads wide into the whole

drugs and teens

Drugs and teens

School children and peers

They have something in common

They want excitement

They can't live without it

They do it in secret

In groups of their own

Nobody will report

They have own sins

The parents are too busy

Working days or nights to feed

The brood in the families

The ever demanding costs increasing

There are the new generations

Flocking to the market of sins

They want to grow up fast

Never realize the heartaches

In their minds of excitement

They forget to see the fall

When the souls are sold

The devil will keep a tight control

Drugs and teens

The innocent souls want to think big

In group of bullying tactics

They have fallen they never known

hey running dogs

Hey running dogs

What are you doing?

Barking at the wrong tree

It's the big fat coconut

You pretend not to see

It is standing right there

You just have to turn around

Go and see for yourself

Hey running dogs

You get your bones for free

You are so happy

You bark at the wrong tree

Hey running dogs

Turn around and see

It isn't difficult to find

Unless you are purely blind!

You can sniff the trail

You don't have to see

You can smell it far ahead

Don't you see running dogs?

Hey running dogs

What are you doing?

You run in circles

It's the big fat coconut

when you were born

When you were born

You gave your first cry

Everyone around felt so relieved

You were alive!

But child it was

The years ahead you didn't know

Would you be good or bad?

Living in luxury or die in prison?

It is in your hands

As the years turn into old

Will you craft it good or bad?

But child you would never know

The world will change

On your growing up years

Will you live to old age?

Live the full cycle?

It is hard to say

By then you are an adult

You have your times ahead

For now live your life

the old man last crusade

The Old Man last crusade

He knows his time is

Not more than he wishes

To bring down a man who forgets

The truth seems so hard to come by

The scandals ringing in the air

Though AG clears it without much conviction

The people can't accept his reasons

Show the statements; show the transfer slips

Don't just say it and hope it will stay in the bin

What happened to over $570 million?

There is no disclosure till today?

The Old Man wants it to end

The boys he brought up today

He saw he has made mistakes

It is better this way

The Old Man last crusade

The boys laugh at him

Calling him names

Once they kissed his hand

There is a case

The judge should sit to listen

The nation needs it to clean up

The bad affecting the nation's name

time to rethink what we hear

The gang on the move

They have the backup and they know it

They can make all kind of noises

The law will just go to sleep

The gang holds illegal assembly

The blues gang stay and watch

Nothing will happen to the gang

The police say know who they are

This is as much as the public hear

The gang know they can't be worried

They work for a boss paying their monies

The police will say of the tough measures

In the end it is just a public statement

Unless it involves the political opponents

The police will swing so swiftly on receiving reports

They don't waste time watching or reading tweets

The gang on the move

The blues keep a constant watch

The public will see the double standard

It is time we must change our thinking

law should apply to all

The rule of law

It should apply to all

There shouldn't be any special right

Accorded to any special groups

Once a law has been broken

The culprits must be taken to task

For breaking the law

There shouldn't be any preferences

The rule of law

It makes the civil society

Working and living in civilized manner

Without it the lawlessness will hit

Then chaos will arise

The militants of any kind will wait

Once the opportunity arises

They will unleash their brand

No Sir no law should be put aside

Everyone will face the music

Sit on the chair or dance with it

They should learn the lessons well

make the best make it last

The memories help us to remember

Of the good and bad events in our lives

Along the lives we cherish and hold

Of those people and events gone by

Look at the graveyards

The history of those gone forever

They might be good or bad

In the end everyone has to return

Maybe they will go to another lives

They don't remember what they were before

Sometimes they say as if they have been there

Done those things before in their times

The old buildings hold fond memories

Of a time in history of those periods

Some manage to save it for the generations to come

Others sadly knocked down and forgotten

Whatever we do in our lives

It is better to leave behind our good deeds

We have a fixed time in our days

Make the best and make it last

the power isn't forever

The power isn't forever

It is just a short reign

Don't do all the bad

The karma will wait

Many power crazy people

They forget to learn

Once they are up in the sky

Lucifer will have his pick

How many will fall?

In the history of our times?

Many have tasted their dilemma

Sometimes losing lives

Well..Lucifer will move on

He has other fishes to fry

How many souls he will collect?

In the history of our times?

Don't let power corrupt your mind

It is the end of your time

The forces of light will march in

In the day you will fall from grace

life isn't a straight road

The way of life

There is always no straight road

There will be bumpy rides

The bad stabbers; the gossipers

The charater assassinations

The good friends turn foes for money

Maybe positions in corporate world

The friends and their values

Don't turn into blind eyes

There will be trials and tribulations

It will harden our souls to make it better

Of course it isn't easy when the road is bad

The potholes; the sinking rides and the damages

We can get angry and shout it out loud

The end of the day we have to move on

We shouldn't allow bad memory embitters us

We will never see the good of our lives

We will live in bitterness of the unfair treatment

By right we should remember and move on

We have our hurtful memories

Like Anwar Ibrahim but he has accepted it

He forgives them and he moves on

Though still serving his time in prison

For a charge rings with many potholes

We have to move on

The struggles of life as we know it

It will not be a straight line

There will be obstacles and sadness

There too will be joy and happiness

For we have a chance to live and play

Enjoy the fruits of our labour and love

Let love shine through our lives

This is the way to enrich our souls

Forgive and move on and enjoy it

The lives we have forget about bitterness

Let love sing it is so much easier

the cry of the hound dogs

The road blocked

The traffic diverted

The hound dogs move on

Chasing the opponents

The land sharks in high office

The hound dogs dare not see

Why want to spoil the golden eggs?

They can have pockets full of money

The dark lord stands tall

Pimping out to the streets

Eyes glow hands itching for action

It's time to hammer on

The hound dogs chase

Into the woods to pursue a case

They don't see the traps

The hunters make

The dark lord ears prick

Listening to the yelling

As the hound dogs hang up on the tree

The opponents appear arrows in bows

you say you don't do bad

You don't do the bad

You think nobody will know

You keep it all in your head

You don't keep a trail

You tell it in a straight face

You show how you follow the law

You don't try to hide it away

You pick your audience to say your piece

When the heat rises in your head

You make your play and the lies become known

The El Nino makes the water disappeared

On the barren cracked ground it will show

You say you don't do bad

The truth calls you a liar

Out in the open dried fields

God words speak out loud and clear

the political errands

The hound dogs run

So busy these days

They are doing the silly things

With money in their pockets

The mantra of the game

Hit the opponents hard and score

Forget what their leaders hide

The wealth they have undisclosed

The hound dogs never see

They don't hear about it

All they can see the good life

The pockets never get empty!

They pound the streets

They shout and get angry

They use racial undertones

The police maybe watching

The hound dogs run

They want to create disturbances

They are paid to run the show

Giving the nation a bad name

the jkr homes

The old homes by the road

For years it stands there for all to see

Once it was fully occupied

Each passing year the tenants moved away

Leaving the empty houses

Let nature take it away

Some naughty guys painted graffiti

Others broke in took away window panes

Surveyors came a few times

Mapping out the plan

It was an off and on again

Until last week it finally came

The Old JKR homes

It is finally knocked down

The last tenant shifted away

Now the bulldozer and lorries came

The memories of the homes

The marriages conducted there

The many who lived and gone

Now it is all grounded into pieces

the schemes of getting rich quickly

How many times many fall?

The schemes of getting rich quickly

Even promising fantastic returns

It is all because of greed

The promising words to play

Letting you feel the glowing days

Up in the mind it will stay

It lets you dream

Reality is the empty shell

Once you are conned of your money

You will not see it return

The dreams will be shattered

Like the broken shards of glasses

Splintered on the floor no way to save

Like the Humpty Dumpty falls

It is hard to patch it up

Don't let greed rule

Know the ground rules

Common sense will tell

Too easy is a con-job

places, faces, and spaces

Success never come through sleeping

It has to work hard for it through the years

There is no free way to get it there

Know the way else nothing will happen

There are 3 things in life to find success

It is there for all to see and get it

It is only our own laziness that fails

When success is just waiting to be taken

We can read many motivational books

It is only to enrich these authors to enjoy life

They make the market and we are the target

Falling into the traps thinking this is the way

The 3 things in life are places, faces and spaces

We will grow and socialize in our lives

Along the way mingle with the crowd

Listen from the horses mouth...

In the end of the day

We have to find our spaces

To practise what we have learned

Failures are groundwork to success

the day is hot

The day is hot

The fields have dried

Letting the grass turn brown

Prayers for rain

The monkeys run

Looking for water to quench thirst

Under the foothill of running water

The monkey makes the spot

There is another hot trail

The hound dogs move in so quickly

Knowing it is the opposition member

They lick their lips quick on the strides

The double standard of operations

In a country sane rules seem throwing away

Put it aside busy playing the drawers

Currying favours for long term benefits

The El Nino is in

Give the weather hottest since

Water rationing seems unavoidable

But the hound dogs never see

the flesh trade

The flesh trade

In ancient times till today

No matter how many raids

It will not go away

Basically there is a need

Why the flesh trade flourish

Men always look for options

In their sexual orientations

Men can't get it

From wives or girlfriends

So they will seek elsewhere

This is where flesh trade comes in

Make no mistakes about it

The raids can be going forever

The flesh trade will move underground

It has happened with many freelancing around

Some go for the easy money

Some go for the financial needs

Some go to feed the families

They take the risks

The flesh trade will fade

New recruits will come to play

Knowing about pleasure and money

The women will flock in to trade

why the wrong way?

Why the wrong way?

The militants want

The power and greed

Camouflage in religion

The wrong approach

The wrong teaching

It will cause the downfall

Now the Islamic militants

They have waged militancy for years

They think they can rule the world

Using tricks and wrong teaching

Tellling the followers they can go to heaven

Sins will be forgiven

They just have to witness

The fallens on the ground

It isn't heaven my friends

You all have been had!

Still the waging goes on

The wayward ones will come and go

The dragnet of its falsehoods

The people folly to believe in it

There is no heaven

But hell of fire

But Islamic militants don't care

They want the power and greed

They find out they can mislead

The followers of the faith will not say

They will come and surrender their lives

They don't see the leaders live on

Living their good lives