I rise very early upon the daybreak;
Put on my coat of moral rectitude,
And sometimes I put on my cloak
And clear my air of hoodwink then smile.
My sense is made up of sophistry;
And empty struggle jargons to deceit,
If you ask me to choose values or money-
The choice is clear and very direct.
I have seen good mates tumble below;
And now they will eat their morals,
I have seen my kind rise in a-morrow
And lead life of opulence and means.
I try t address the poor,
To make sure we stay in power.
