Born as strays
The dogs and cats
Living their lives
No masters to yell
Out they go
Scavenging for food
On the road or garbage tongs
Even in food outlets or fish markets
They may try
With sad eyes waiting at tables
Hoping for meals to drop by
Even bones they will not cry
Born as strays
Living their lives
No masters to yell
They are on their free will
The rolling stones
Men and women will go
Leaving behind their footprints
Wandering up to their desires
They may not stay long
They cultivate and mix around
Changing partners on short term relationships
The urge to move will transport them elsewhere
They are the rolling stones
Men and women will not lie
They don't want to establish firm relationships
They will move on like the whirring wind
They may leave behind footprints
Good or bad the tales will open pages
They are the rolling stones
A shout out in their lives
The talk of the town
The costs of living high
The subsidies should be reviewed
As many feel the heat
They have to ask
What can they do for the country?
They can't milk the nation dry
With a huge debt of $1.5 trillion
They are the cry babies
They should grow up and listen
The time isn't waiting
They have to hit the road
Have backbones to stand
Swallow the bitter pill
Forget about subsidies
The nation needs us to support
The measures for survival
The majority race should realize
Spoon feeding has to stop
The nation needs to survive
No doubt costs of living
It will jump the chart
When subsidies are withdrawn
The funds will keep the nation alive
The subsidies
Let it be gone
We should swallow
The bitter pill
The nation can't afford it
It makes no sense to keep paying
It will just cause bad the nation
As developments will be delayed
Of course many will shout
Even the opposition too
They are afraid to see
The nation will fall to her knees
We can't be living a failed state
We may hit with it if we don't swallow
The bitter pill coming our way
Cause by the previous prime ministers
The country will grow
The potential she has
If only the politicians
Stop playing divide and rule
The natural resources
The bountiful to grow
Yet she can't beat
The city state of the South
She can't beat
Even on the exchange rate
Who is at fault?
The past administrators
Now so much hope
On Renaissance man to deliver
He jumps on the wrong track
Shouting high for Hamas
It has nothing to do with us
We have our problems to solve
We don't need to add another
Hamas leaders don't learn so they should pay
Renaissance man
The spots still the same
Thought he learned his lessons
In power he sucks into its game
Nearly 2 years
He doesn't perform the changes
He does on the easy ones
Afraid to hit the hard choices
A Chinese badminton player
Collapse and die on court
Playing his match in Indonesia Open
He was 17 years old
He would physically fit
In his age he would be free
He himself knew it too
But his sudden death baffled his officials
This will tell us
Death can call at any time
Unfit or physically up to date
The strike nobody can predict
The widow-maker in our health
It will not show up at any time
It is a time bomb slowly ticking away
When it explodes it will be too late
Physically fit may not hold the answer
Lack of sleep and too many booze and smoke
It may cause the collapse of a life
So live the life as if it is the last
Stop giving them
The ladders to climb
It will curtail their own designs
Of how to make it to the top
Many of this race
They can't think ahead
They always want
What is easy to have
The politicians afraid to lose
They will devise plans to stay
Giving out more handouts
It only addicts them for life
Like the drug addicts
Dreaming back in the alleyways
Thinking of all the neon lights
If only they stop receiving handouts
Stop giving them aids
It will only hinder their minds to progress
The politicians shouldn't play divide and rule
The nation will suffer instead
Renaissance man
He doesn't read criticisms
There shouldn't be any restrictions
On entry to race base universities
There shouldn't exit quotas or restrictions
Article 153 doesn't say as such to the citizens
It is the politicians making it up to score votes
Lift the barriers and open it to all citizens
The way he puts his words
He is saying only non-Malays scoring 10A can go
Otherwise these students scoring less will not?
He should make the similar condition for his race
The country will not progress
She will still lose her talented people to the South
Singapore will gladly accept them with scholarships and jobs
Renaissance man you don't have a backbone to stand upright
He can be the best
If only he doesn't try to please his race
The country progresses is for unity and a fair game
It shouldn't be lopsided to cater to a certain group
Renaissance man
No quotas or restrictions
How long your race need ladders of support?
It is more than 60 years and it has to stop
The empty promises
It will still give us the blues
Though we have to live with it
We are powerless to enforce our dues
We will carry on our lives
Waiting for the promises to be fulfilled
Sweating ourselves in our brains
Building up twisters in our minds
The empty promises
We hear it often by the politicians
The promises sounding good in our minds
When they are in office they will tend to forget
We don't see them often
They are paid to work
But they are no shows
It will give us the blues
The empty promises
Renaissance man a classic case
He hasn't made it through
Now he has the power and authority
We will carry on with our lives
Like it or not we should wait again
The long road for reforms we wish
We are powerless to enforce it
The politicians
Giving us smoke in our eyes
As if it is like magic in the air
Causing us to forget their bad habits
The crocodiles still harping
Vote for them the voters can go to heaven
Many of the same faith may fall for the ruse
They get smoke in their eyes
They should stay and think
The crocodiles can't give them the way
They want to fool them for their votes
By the time we are all expired our lives
The Rocket can't fly
Though they want us to believe they can
Now with fuel going high
We hear them staying cool and quiet
The wolves keep howling
Even without the full moon
They want to stay relevant
Afraid nobody will remember
The East politicians
They want their MA63 fulfilled
During those decades ago
They could be sleeping in well
The politicians
Playing smoke in our eyes
They will promise heaven
Only the drama of fools grab it
The midnight drive
The cool night in the air
The speed of driving
A bit of normalcy flow
On the roads
Passing through inter-states
No worry about traffic jams
It is a smooth flow
It can cause sleepiness
Thinking no need to stay alert
Driving on the free flow of traffic
Only the street lights for company
In remote roads
The corners to pay attention
The sleeping cows will cause accidents
As the drivers may not see and act quickly
The midnight drive
It can break free
No jamming on the roads
It is an easy driving
