I wish I had a
longer rhyme, to give to you tonight
I’ve had a long
week doing crime, exposing those who fight
Against our laws
to come ashore without a passport or a visa
While putting on
a better face than that chick named Mona Lisa
So this is it my
learned friends, my rhyme tonight is short
My imagination I tell you now, sometimes is awful taut
If I cannot write something new, I have to make a choice
Is what I say just bollocks, or do I just leave it to my voice
My rhyme's not
always perfect, my judgment's not always right
But I can always close
my eyes, and sleep well every night
I do not have a worry about how I write my stuff
But writing a brand new rhyme each night, is getting mighty tough
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