Although future events and outcomes cannot be predicted The choices we make are a path that’s inductive Rhetrospect of a gimmick that animals emulate Monkey see monkey do until it’s too late Fall into a fate that is controlled by jealousy and envy Make you hate yourself for not having a plethora of brand new things More money more problems, that’s the motto we bring So invest your time developing your senses No avoid selfish tendencies Or follow the well traveled path of betrayal Feeding off hate is what it entails You think your better than everybody riding on the bus No friends, nobody to blame, incapable of trust. Burn the bridges leaving smoking embers Waiting for the snow to fall in December But then You remember It’s spring in a desert and nobody got your back in this endeavor