Against all Odds

Against all Odds

The White
Man

Fightin against
all odds

To solve
the weather
problem

His land
filled with
odds

The Landslides
and the
snow

Coverin his
car

You in
India

Can’t think
no sense
in it

Never been
far

Back home
it’s all
sun

Nice &
cosy

You brought
up with
books

Which tell
the story
of far lands

Doesn’t ring
no bell
in you

You called
the dull
man

Must bow
to the
white man

It’s a
shame

Which you
must cover

With your
blood

For the
next Life

To follow
you

Caution: This might be all theory

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