Plague with hunger, in a white man's land,
Frail and weak,
Waiting for alms.
Drown in the vivid sea,
Full of lies and deceit
Feeling on top of the world
But you will never succeed
For you can do wonders, far beyond compare
Only when you're awake
But sadly you chose to slumber,
Drowning and waiting for alms
Are you not sad looking at yourself?
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