God never promised that nights crafted in a full moon
He never proclaimed that the journey through a free way
Every one should pass bushes, sharp stones, mountain hill, valley
Unconscious we enjoy free fresh air, running water, laughing
Our kitchen never stop producing smoke
No reason to complain
Some look skinny, while you are overweight
Some standing in the overload buses
While you drive a billion rupiah car
Share your fat account not to make you poor
The reason is to achieve balancing
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