The
crocodiles in the brown colour river
Gliding
slowly living the way of the full
The
ripples on the water spreading wide
Along
the banks sometimes they bask in the sun
The
river people who forget
Many
have disappeared in the river
The
crocodiles will wait for their meals
The
foolish people think they can outwit it
The
river people mustn't travel alone
Without
weapons to fight the enemy
The
crocodiles swim silently to its prey
Once
they attack what is the defence?
Nothing
really with instinct of a kill
Once
it bites into the helpless body
It
is only the screaming of pain
Ringing
in the river of crocodiles
So
don't get addicted
To
the crumbs throwing around
When
the addiction pulls in
Crying
will not help
It
is better to fight free
Get
the addiction out of the way
Don't
get fooled all the times
Bee
Anne works on fear and divide
Let
them celebrate in frenzy
Let
them throw the punches wild
Wait
for the knockout punch
They
will surprise in the end
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