He came with a little smile on his face
He doesn’t know but he will lose the pace
The wisdom wasn’t printed around him
Had not breath to chase his dream
Mr inequality
Would you like something to dream?
Mr inequality
Would you like something to dream?
Mr inequality
Would you like something to dream?
Torn clothes but is all he has to wear
Always joyful but he's living under the stair
Doesn't know the month of his birthday
Doesn't know how to read but he can pray
Mr inequality
Would you like something to dream?
Mr inequality
Would you like something to dream?
Mr inequality
Would you like something to dream?
Mr inequality
Would you like something to dream?
Mr inequality
Would you like something to dream?
Mr inequality
Would you like something to dream?