Sorry for myself, I've lost my
Kharmic wealth but
I can take from you with antiseptic stealth

I'll dig my own grave, I'll get my
Front yard paved
There's always a penny earned

Another dollar saved

I always leave my point, soak

Bread in dirty oil
"Right's" too strong a word
The neighborhood's been spoiled but

I know what I know, so fight 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