Hope is what they strip off our minds
They;a different kind of explosive it blinds..
They're eager to grab a wholesome their way
With their promises striding astray
And a good number of us falling away
Fading, their honesty betrays..
So next time, I vote my way
A stand to stay..
No tip for the slot
All men must hustle for the slot
Things are soon to be fire hot
People are feeding sense into their thoughts
So maybe a bright future can still be bought
There's a fight to be fought
These tradition of tips for the slot..
These should be buried to rot..
There's a fight to be fought
So next time I and I shall vote our way
A stand to stay
No tip for the slot..
All men must hustle for the slot
Manners maketh man..
♣Redd
