I feel the weight of my chains, And struggle against them in vain. I fall and see others fall like rain. Lead in lines, to our demise. Every plan devised was abandoned without a second try. There is no escape so do not lie. Under our chains we drown and die.
They call me Mr. Green
I feel I embody green, good and bad, nice and mean. Honest but always with a scheme in mind, sweet as a pear, and sour like a lime. And just like fruit, I never have enough time, that's why I only ever talk about my problems through rhyme.