Sorry for myself, I´ve lost my
Kharmic wealth but
I can take from you with antiseptic stealth
I´ll dig my own grave, get my
Front yard paved
There´s always a penny earned
Another dollar saved

What lies ahead

I always make my point, soak
Bread in dirty oil
"Right´s" too strong a word
The neighborhood´s been spoiled but
I know what I know, stuck that
Inner glow
I don´t have time to learn
I said I know what I know

I´m wrong, I won´t admit it
I won´t get it