| Best Of Both Worlds |
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| In the wee hours of the morning |
| When everything is still |
| I lay staring at the darkness |
| Trying to find the will |
| Only to be plagues |
| By roaches, scorpions and mice |
| Not to mention politics |
| That’s a big cockatrice |
| The light became morning |
| The morning became day |
| Speaking for myself |
| I wish the darkness had stayed |
| The morning become evening |
| The sun is going down |
| But equality and justice |
| Is nowhere to be found |
| Of all this place |
| I’ve had my fill |
| Even in the wee hours of the morning |
| When everything is still |
