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THE ARCHITECT
- “For
justice – time is stealing apace.”
- I am the man
they call the President’s brain
- Enjoyed
flourishing in fortune and fame,
- Loved watching
the evening news
- Seeing my
critics having the blues
- Victories
in five elections
- For me, there
was no rejection,
- Asperity in my
planned condescension
- Left our
opponents with great apprehension
- Time
changes when sin catches up with you
- I am in a
paroxysm and know not what to do,
- Ordered by my
superiors to go out and leak
- Lying in my
depositions, my future is bleak
- Sing
I will, when hand-cuffs touch my bone
- Be sure and
know, I am not going down alone,
- My buddy’s
indictment, he spilled the beans
- And razor wire
and iron bars are in my dreams!
