The
door is slowly closing
The
silence as it closes
The
bad hats will know their fate
The
freedom will be a word play
Many
woke up in the morning
On
a day of May 9
Everything
had changed
A
new dawn in their eyes
The
lost of power
The
gravy train too
Even
crumbs couldn't be found
It
would be the empty tong
The
crooks have to realize
The
day they will face jail time
They
better enjoy Ramadan
Once
it ends the handcuffs will arrive
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