the men are thief

The man who was born with the lion
walked many highways in the jungle
and the man who born with the men
walk and build the same highways

Just that difference is the sand
the fuck sandless in the streets
stop the heart and scratche the hand
of the man and your cheap track

the fault is of the lions
that don't care to the other sands
and it flyin' in the direction of the wind
and in the words of the my friends

I said: my friend,
choose the place that you go born
If should be with the lions
be careful with the teeth
If should be with the men
stay always mindful with the thiefs

The people are thiefs
The gentlmens are thiefs
And the what to do belong nothing
In the lion mouths are teeths

Born with lions