Shame... is the name of this game
And I'm... too tired to play
The rules... are always changing sides
And Hunger... eats away at my Pride
Living...just to barely survive
I fail...to win prizes for nothing
The hustle... spits me out to the grind
Losing... the privilege of my mind
Greed... is mans favorite creed
A faith... shared by everyone
The goal...is to climb the top
On backs... of everyone we chop
You can have your pretty fame
and I will keep the fortune
Dance around for others strings
And I can plan Extortion
Vanity's your favorite trick
Well I can sell it for your rights
Money is my only friend
But I will never pay your price
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem