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Capitalism, Caricature, Colors, Creativity, Culture, Dreams, Economics, ego, Emotions
Every mouse, rat, rodent and I
We have an opinion about a rat race
We believe that it is the need of the flour
That keeps us riding on the needs of the hour
We keep running on the maze, haze and you name it rat race
Every mouse, rat, rodent and I
We are earthly skins, bins and pins for your magnanimous lives
We are skinned, binned, pinned and finned by your forces
Your forces are ulterior to the interior of the exterior of your intentions
You carve money out of the mist, fist, wrist, heist and at last
We win the rat race, you win the money chains
We build the palaces, you embalm your body and mind over it
Poles apart, lives apart, parts apart, know that we know not to race this time
We still know what we are, who we are and what we have?
Do you know anything other than our skin, sin and your coins?