I pity the people who do me wrong
For the wrath of karma hits them strong.
No stone is ever left unturned
It gets them & ensures the lesson is learned.
I do nothing, it all happens when my back is turned
I free my soul, let it go, do my thang
And leave the rest to what nature brings.
The most scheming mind can never conjure
What they will endure for making me suffer.
I pity the people who do me wrong
For the wrath of karma hits them strong.
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