James Three

You think that you rule, working on the bread line, regarding the fools, think you're so great, before other's demise, stop before it's too late, it makes you cruel, ignores what’s going on inside, the face of Mr Cool, once again, your eyes dance like fireflies, you’ll have your say, it’s a poor gruel, that overcooks these lies, if it’s all you do, lost in this game, it goes beyond the mind, of who holds the reins, burnt out mules, may offer you insight, but there is no tool, for being kind