We don’t listen to our elders anymore
We wants to teach them how’s done
These days we’ll lack courages
That bring us low to respect them
We got the lights in our coarsing palms
We can’t set the world on fire
We can’t walk this our walk away though
Mind you we can’t sail all alone at night
The road we’ll pass is a mighty ocean
Odd sailor who’d walked it we need
They’d been a slave to sappor rulers
You can't imagine the cruelsome leaders
They’ve seen the phantom skirts at night
It moves on dispalying to terrify them
They’ve walked the step we’re owing
What we saw eulogising & exuberances
Were all faded disguisely in an hour
Listen to the drummer’s beat or sound
He’s wearing us hastening garments
Quietness, patience or humbleness are
Not foolery of an attitude; they’re bragging
You a responsible attributes.
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