The
old master
The
way he thinks
He
hasn't lost his touches
He
will get his way
The
troubles are his
He
makes the crooks today
Now
he sees bad intentions
It
has gone the other way
The
supremacy of a race
The
political gimmick weaves its magic
The
race begins to feel tipsy
Believing
it is God sent!
But
the fall will be heavy
By
the race own doing
The
old master has found
He
has to correct it
So
he will bring down
The
current leader to his knees
The
old master can't be pushed around
It
is time the race get out of its addiction!
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