Lehia

```With swollen egos
He took a boat to cross the river
Humble but honest
He was looking for that with impatience
But they say
The journey ahead, no turning back
Sell himself, sell himself
Harvest well received, selling integrity

Battle, a warrior in the forest
Fame, money, gold-colored mud
The bitter taste of a big lie
Using the leftovers, scarce merit
Climb, the only goal
No thanks to anyone, a rotten attitude
Darwin, Darwin's law
Led astray, the wrong path

Time doesn't always leave
In the place it deserves```