My Battle

Love to do the old school yodel,

Though it gives me joy so little,

Don’t need no world class hotel.

Boil your soul in the nature’s kettle,

Free it from the mighty greeds bottle,

Don’t get bored of this life and death shuttle,

Flush all hate deep down the throttle.

Quit the big check, get out of Seattle,

Cherish your dreams and make your own Beatle;

Or rent some space and start a motel-

If that's what,it takes to win this battle!