The big fat China
man
He plans his move;
he makes his wealth
Moving out to the
world
He doesn’t care
afterwards
He leaves behind
his hot spicy pot
Let the people
smell and yell
It will never bring
him back
He hides to enjoy
his wealth
He lets his
partners behind
Let them hold the
plot of spices
It makes them think
of the world
The spices where it
all arrive
The smell of spices
It makes the
partners stay around
Not knowing the way
to get out
They are doomed in
their minds
The big fat China
man
He lights his
candle play with his crystal balls
He lives in luxury
or so thinks he will
Until he hears the
loud voice shake him out of his mind
So, the ferry
wheels turn
Dragging up the
dirt
The spices of dust
and leaves
The angry voices
and the pound of flesh
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