the gang of brotherhood

The gangsters in schools

It runs across racial barrier

The youth on the wrong path

The students who have nothing to do

The teachers and parents

They close one eye to the ill

Maybe they are afraid of bodily harm

The demons always feed on fear!

The gangsters feed on it

Giving support to the weak

In unity there is the bond

Nothing will stand their way

The teachers and parents

They must realize it will not go away

The ill will not disappear

The gangsterism will stay

Tell the students what it is like

Ask the police officers to give talks

Let them see the bad ways of gangsterism

Many have gone to jail or die young

The weak and poor students

They harbour to belong and needs

In gang of brotherhood

They find it quickly

mo1 sues

MO1 sues

In the local he dares

Now it will become intrigue

Will he come to court to testify?

MO1 will try to say

To the villagers and his members

He isn't running away

He bares his teeth

Will he chicken out?

He seems to run away

The Sarawak Report and WSJ

Across the border a few sent to jail

What credibility he has?

He just wants to say

“I will see your in court!”

The public will wait and see

There are few cases on MO1

The day in court hasn't arrived

We will watch what the court will say

Will MO1 run away?

the painted souls

The painted souls

They will hide in the darkness

They can't be expose

They don't like the celebrity ring

They want to hide

Looting behind the doors

Let nobody see or feel them

They work best by themselves

The painted souls

The Devil will wait for them

The souls he can collect

When the time is up

The MO1 and the sidekicks

They can say and evade the issues

Even the cybertroopers sing the praises

When expose in the light they will cry

They will feel naked

They will feel the shame

The truth has finally come home

The Devil wants their souls

The painted souls

Live while they can

The time is running low

The Devil is waiting tomorrow

let religion stay at home

The progressive nations

Its leaders will think far ahead

They will not be living in the caves

Trying to implement outdated laws!

The nations which progress

The love and compassion grow

Leaving the hatred and upmanship behind

It doesn't need the outdated laws

It was meant for that century

As every law has to evolved

Once people forget to live

Dreaming of the past glory

The nations will suffer

The people will feel the pain

The Middle Eastern countries will testify

The demons run amok to divide

So we don't need the green moon

We don't need the red and white too

We don't need the political eunuchs

We need leaders who can sit and listen!

The backwards laws

It has its days now time to change

Let religion stay at home

It has no place in the political game

the green moon has fallen

The green moon has fallen

Its leaders haven't seen it

The floods in their heads

A warning they should heed

The green moon leaders

They still harp on religion and race

This is wrong in their flooded heads

Like the red and white singing the same tune

The greed and power flow

It will corrupt any one in its path

Once they have fallen into its paw

Nothing will save their souls

RUU355 will be the downfall

The green moon will feel its bitterness

The red and white will bite the dust

The wind will blow them away

If you want to play politics

Leave religion at home

Don't bring it into the political game

You will suffer for God never likes it

the power game

The power game

The blues going out to make news

Let the people read and know

The owned newspapers and televisions

The reporters will have to write

The newscasters will read the news

The fight on crimes will not stop

The government will go all out to eradicate it

The bad hats must be caged and put in jail

The police will not compromise

The bad people must face the law

Years the crooks harvested gains

They make on the addicts misery and pain

They make on the poor people who need aids

Once they fail to pay the rain of red and knocking doors

The crooks aren't going to let it go

They will come for the pound of flesh

Sometimes it isn't enough to satisfy them

The police take its own sweet time

Waking up from its slumber to find the evil grow

Now the blues going out to make the crooks disappear

In Bamboo River or exiled to neighbouring countries

The heat is rising; the crooks aren't feel safe

The power game

It sounds of election is coming

The coalition wants to look impressive

The launching of race projects

The mantra has launched

The writing flourished in prints

But the jittery in their heads

They see the waning power

They will feel afraid

Hearing the beats

The Bamboo River sings

“Come to me

You painted souls!”

we have to change to make a new way

60 years time to change

We can't be sitting on the same bench

We don't get to see a new wave

It has been waving at us

Are we afraid to get it?

The fear of reprisals in our heads?

Bee Anne has become complacent

Its leaders think they owned us and the nation

Don't forget the scandals

The shame of its crooked leaders

They make us covered our faces

We seem to lose our pride and dignity

60 years time to taste a new menu

Bee Anne will try to feed with transformations

Throwing goods and cash to the community

A lopsided way leaving others empty

Don't let religion crawl into politics

It will make the worst decision for everybody

Religion is a private matter with God

It shouldn't be running in the mix

We don't need this type of management

Dividing through politics and affiliations

Even granting of projects through divisional links

We have to change to make a new way

the greed

The greed of wealth

The fall of many in history

Once isn't enough to satisfy ego

Many times in need to feed

The political leaders too

Once they taste the power

They know they can get the wealth

The crooked leaders will plunder

Leaving the nation in poor shape

Stashed their ill-gotten wealth

They will escape when the fall is great

They will hide and spend in luxury

The greed in inner circles

Once these leaders can't get it

They will show displeasure and resign

They don't have the spirit of the nation

Lucifer will always be there

Bringing his bag to collect souls

He knows it is the season

The loads will be heavy and he likes it

Like the earthworms

After a heavy down pour of rain

The worms will crawl out to see

They will get stucked, dried and died

we are living in a Secular Nation

The hidden agenda

The Islamization of all people

This is the work of Talibanism

Rearing its ugly head

The religious clerics are playing gods

They think they have the rights to say and do

Years of study makes them good

So they think they walk on sinless road

They forget God never sanctions anyone

The last prophet came and gone

Leaving behind the Holy Books for all

Leaving the seeds of goodwill and compassion

Somehow Lucifer plays his game

Playing a different scale to confuse the people

Even the learned scholars can't escape his claws

The 7 sins hitting hard for all of us

The ruling government has failed

It has led to this scale of discontent

Hades has come to the shore

The cold winter he doesn't want to go home

The political eunuchs in the coalition

They sink into the sin of pit and sorrow

Once they are indebted they can't escape

The cash is king will tumble and fall

If the people aren't awakened

The Islamization will ring true

The extremists will dance on the street

Beating drums singing their own songs

We are living in a Secular nation

No religious laws should override it

This is our founding fathers decree

Let no political party run amok

a fugitive from India

A fugitive from India

Bee Ann gives him shelter

He should be deported back

The nation doesn't need him

Here we have enough scandals

Do we need to harbour a fugitive?

It is best let the Indian officials deal with him

The man has to return to face his sins

He dares to preach

He must be dare to face his trial

He mustn't run away

He mustn't be afraid

Even Jesus went through with it

He has his conviction; he believes what he says

He faces his hardship, tortures and death

But this man runs crying baby!

Bee Anne shouldn't give him refuge

He must return home to face his crimes

He can say what he wants but go home

He must face his trial in his homeland

The country doesn't need him

He only shows his seeds of division

Now he seems to get involved in our politics

This man must be deported back to India

the jittery leaders

The jittery leaders

They see the fall in their eyes

The fear they will make

Issuing uncalled for directives

On one hand we hear the race issue

The pampering still walks the corridor

Spoon feed over addiction and more

This race better wake up before it becomes too late

When the plug is pulled out

What will they become over their addiction?

It is better they learned the lessons now

Get up and fight for your own

The six decades of learning

Learn the ropes be a better race

But the addiction causes the laziness

Sweat a little crying back home

The jittery leaders

Some stay quiet; some want to play

The game of politics of division and wealth

Forgetting the nation is crying all day long

Let us stay together

Fight the injustice for a better growth

Let the arrogant party bite the dust

We have a better alternative to run the show

once you are high

Once you are high

You think you can't do no wrong

You can enjoy the perks of life

Everyone will stand by for your call

Once the power gets into your head

You think you are god riding high

You can give command everyone will run

You have their lives of live or die

Nobody dares to question you

The directives you ordered to be issued

You get the satisfaction of creating fear

It's an illusion you make it your own

Now you are riding high

The standing ovation you smile

Once you fall from grace

Nothing from the crowd

the game of golf

The game of golf

On the flight to the green

The balls fall hitting it hard

Rolling nearer to the hole

The agencies will hit

The swinging clubs in the air

The corrupted officials and runners

Hit them hard on the green

The par holes on the cards

The agencies relish it to the press

Pointing out how they do it

The thorough investigations

These are the small balls

Easy to roll easy to hit

Rolling into the hole

A sound of triumph or selling souls?

The big balls roll

The agencies run and hide

No par holes to hit

No investigations to pursue

But it is the game of golf

Aiming high landing on the green

The wind take the balls rolling

It never goes to the hole

take them to bamboo river

Don't let Ah Mo1 stay

Take him to Bamboo River

Let him walk in shame

Let him sing his blue

Don't let the sidekicks go

They are part of the scheme

The monies gone into their accounts

They sell their souls to enjoy lives

Don't let the runners hide

They are part of the equation

The Board of Directors and Senior Managers

They can't pretend with eyes open

This can only happen

The change of government to rule

The nation needs her sanity

She is crying eversince

Don't let Ah Mo1 stay

He brings shame to us

Take him to Bamboo River

Let him sing his blue

the loan sharks run

The loan sharks run

On the land they hide

The police hot on their heels

Never want them to breed

Now we hear the news

The police will wipe all out

The loan sharks shouldn't park here

Easy loan the red paint on the gate

The gamblers and addicts

This is their traditional way of loans

There is no vetting; no complicated demands

Give IC cards show where you stay

Police will find it hard to eradicate

The loan sharks will go underground

The police should get the money bankers

They are the ones feeding on misery of others

Police on the right track

Let it be a constant raid

Don't go for one off operation

Let the loan sharks run in desperation

it is our hands to decide

The writing on the walls

The signs are everywhere

The change we seek to find

It is in our hands to decide

The cycle of 60 years

It is too long to get a change

Now it is the best opportunity

The sun will shine into the darkness

We don't need to listen

The lies and half truths ring

We see the writing on the walls

The crooks mustn't allow to stay

Let us get a new party

Clean up the mess and lay out a clean sheet

There may have some hiccups

We can't have crooks stealing our wealth

the man on the bridge

The man on the bridge*

Sitting on the ledge staring to sea

Close off his ears feeling the silence

He feels he is unworthy

He forgets life isn't about money

Though unemployed with wife and children

He thinks falling into the sea

He will solve his depression and be free

But he never sees the other party

The tears will fall when he is gone

Leaving behind his misery and shame

The world he sees isn't fair to him

Satan is waiting

The bag of souls ready

Today Satan isn't in the loop

A good man stops by pulled him away

Satan curses with the wind

The sea stays calm no splashing of waves

Though the man curses at the top of his voice

The good man holds him until police arrive

Suicide doesn't solve any ills or problems

Somebody has to carry the burden when life is gone

Talk to people even strangers will help

Life isn't about money; it is about fighting the demons

*penang bridge

the police on loan sharks

The loan sharks feel the heat

The police going after the meat

The big sharks will go into hiding

Maybe flee to neighbouring countries

Will the police keep it up?

Will this be just one off and on again raid?

The loan sharks cause pain and misery

But banks too are to blame

The poor and desperate people

They will find loan sharks easy to borrow

The nightmares only begin

When the borrowers fail to pay

The red paint on gates or cars

The public display of borrowers

The shame tactics and bullying

Some even get injured

But loan sharks must be eradicated

They shouldn't be allowed to stay

The police must go out to take them away

Catch the big sharks they are behind it

no double standard please

People born here

Live and pay taxes for decades

Yet they can't get their PR or citizenship

They find it hard to get through the gate

Some have grown old

They become grandparents

They only wish to get into the main stream

As Malaysians on the land of their birth

But they find it difficult

Every application rejected quite often

Some have gone through political leaders

The ruling still comes back empty

Now we have a Muslim preacher from India

He could get his PR here so quickly!

Because he is a Muslim preacher?

He is wanted back home in India

Why must we support him?

He only brings shame to us again

As if we don't have enough scandals

We must kick out Bee Anne!

This Indian Muslim preacher

He must be deported to face his music

His home country wants him back

Even many countries have barred him

Our chance will come

The cycle of 60 years will be gone

The change for the better

The shine the nation needs

maybe there is nothing

You sue I sue you

Some will talk

Some will shout badly

The end of the day

Maybe there is nothing

The bell will ring

There will be another battle

The shouting matches

The angry words exchanges

The followers dance in Facebook

They want to get in the news

They look like monkeys jumping from tree to tree

Showing the backsides for all to see

Watch our antics we will make you laugh

Maybe there is nothing

But the smoke in the air

The statement issued no denying that

Now you sue me I sue you

The front news carrying weight

Maybe there is nothing

There is one already a bankrupt

Hiding overseas jerking off his words

He tries hard to make himself relevant

But he has joined the rank of beggars

The party moon will deny

On the millions going into its way

Though there is diverting traffic

Afraid to spin its sin

Maybe there is nothing

You sue me I sue you

Some will talk

Some will shout badly

The end of the day

Maybe there is nothing