too many man bring war, call of the streets,
i make plans,tinted window vans, while they brawl with police,
i'm the golden grain of sand, lost at the beach,
i speak scriptures of peace, teach advoid the preach,
i'm like a president hard to impeach,
my freedom of speach,
leaves previously unbequethed cats shaken in their seats,
i represent ireland, from Belfast to Meath
My ólgach* spread the wrath, leave you all in defeat,

sorry didnt get time for a proper rhyme



(gaelic irish for volunteers)