Racket

Racket

Man you
work

Under the
sun

The sweat
tricklin by

And the
blood

The stones
cracklin

New palaces
on the
way

They call
it a
racket

You get
the dough

And your
hut

A wave
comes by

Washes away
your pot
of gold

Now you
are all
alone

On the
road

No one
by your
side

And your
racket blown
away

Man, what
you gonna
do

How you
gonna

Get your
wings back?

Caution: This might be all theory

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