But as the prudent one exalts, he is gonna find his faults
But as the wise man sees, he knows, he knows
Though his pilgrimage extends, his progresses ascends
As destruction of the poor is their poverty, is their poverty
There's no rest in the west, so to the east he goes, to the east he goes
His damnation comes from not burning free
As for his seed, there's only one who cares
His burdens though heavy, he somehow bears
There's only one who cares
Ah, but in this he does rejoice
While oppression is the poor man's choice
