Same Old Game

On your marks, get set, Bo! here I come again

with lyrics on my lips, my fingertips and in my brain.

I travel non stop yes to entertain

by car, coach, train, ship or plane.

I've been to Italy, Belgium, France and Spain

and smoked sensi legally in Amsterdam.

Met all kinds of people throughout the UK

and been around America again and again.

Different places yes different climates yes

but one thing most definitely is the same

a lot of crazy members of the human race

seem to take the life for one big game.

They're singing:

"Tra la la la, it's the same old game.

La la la life, is one big game."

I've seen so many people end up insane

because they couldn't handle the strain on the brain.

Well some turn to drugs like crack and cocaine

they get a needle and pump it straight to the vein.

Although I fight against it again and again

I often sit and wonder: are my words in vain? (no way)

Still to spread peace and love is my only aim

and from this path I refuse to refrain.

I'd rather be poor and living in the drain

than be a hypocrite rapped up in fame.

Well some wish for money and some wish for fame

some wish to drive a big car and wear rope chains.

In Ethiopia they wish for some rain

while in Mozambique they cry out for grain.

In South Africa they're screaming out pain!!!

they pray to be released from apartheid's chains.

All over the world people know it's a shame

innocent children everyday get slain.

All the world leaders know who's to blame

but still the apartheid system remains.

Yes all those world leaders know who's to blame

but still those racist oppressors remain.