Trained and Fed. Framed and fled. Blamed and bled. Its all done , am off to bed. 6 mins down i’d be snoozing dead .. hell wait, i have some work instead.. finish the rhyme Ali- no Ali, shoot the enemy ali, no ali. Finish the line Ali- no ali. Step over the line Ali - no Ali. Why Ali - no Ali. He chants his way through divinity- that is not even your name my friend, you are coded from inception. So , either respect it or denounce it. Ya Ali Ya Ali- bilkul wahi.... ab ghoom jao. Kuchh dikha? Nahi re nahi. Ab waapis ghoom jao.. kuchh? Hehe.. ghoomein kyu? Humaare kehne pe ghoom gaye. Toh humein dekho, upar kaahe chillaa rahe ho? ab mundi neeche karli! Bikaoo saale.. f off. I denounce you. Go back to looking at your stars. They’re anyway long dead. Sell the sight, thats business. Selling vision is pretty much prostitution.