Winning can be like a paradise afar
a million mile away star
For example like Mars
We all dream of the stars
either that or money big houses
and cars

Winning against self can be a trip
until we run into the man with the whip
or a gun hanging on his hip
Then disaster puts our lives on blip
Even then
it can still be on with the sin
Many are afraid to look in the mirror
they walk around with a phony superior
when really their attitude is inferior

To them they're not acting strange
and they refuse to change
Everyone else is wrong
so they continue this song
even when they're reminded that
they don't belong

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