Simple but I didn’t understand,
Pride was the tune of my band,
Money controlled my life bond,
Anyone corrected me indeed bend.

I thought I was right and brand,
So who could change my stand,
Its like cooking a pool of sand,
So most of the people left my trend.

Anger is death stupid lend,
I came to realise later when was in jail send,
Those few dollars couldn’t defend,
But did let me slowly in the pit land.

Oh! anger you are a liar grand,
In you many has perish to the ground,
I can’t keep my trust in your strand,
Now let me free and go with the wind.

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