I aspire for my desire,
am going from rags to raja,
some say am a mad rasta,
but I pay no mind to jesters,
my hardwork will pay someday,
and i'll be rich and famous oneday,
i'll be in my office every monday,
working to make more pay,
I plan to cheat poverty,
laugh at my enemy,
pull down the curtain of money,
and from raja to your majesty.
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