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If I could simply overcome Possessive nouns and vowel sounds I would not need to study ****** Heavy lies’ beheaded crowns But you make martyrs with your charter School exclusive service sector To systemically condemn me To the destitution nectar Of the corner story ****** Potential Cinderella caged in The statistics of the mathematic Overdose equation Comatose’n like a Holy Ghost Of tranquil ranking party skanks Whose tanks plan out the projects For the boys still shootin’ blanks And then the slavers liberate Some nation-state of god forsaken Oil barons salivate To taste the poison Apple’s stake in Stock in stuffer markets takin’ All the products people makin’ Privatizing profit-docket lawless Mother Nature rapin’ For some scarcity disparities In wealth I can’t attain You keep me feeding on the bottom From the top, you make it rain So as the brains continue drainin’ In amenity dependency I tinker with the inner-machinations Now the enemy You’ve made me out to be you see My generation’s future’s bleaker Than the past in full HD
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
What Cuts to Education Spending Do to Kids in a Global Capitalist Cesspool of Gory ****** Poverty, and Drug-Addicted Killing Sprees
If I could simply overcome Possessive nouns and vowel sounds I would not need to study ****** Heavy lies’ beheaded crowns But you make martyrs with your charter School exclusive service sector To systemically condemn me To the destitution nectar Of the corner story ****** Potential Cinderella caged in The statistics of the mathematic Overdose equation Comatose’n like a Holy Ghost Of tranquil ranking party skanks Whose tanks plan out the projects For the boys still shootin’ blanks And then the slavers liberate Some nation-state of god forsaken Oil barons salivate To taste the poison Apple’s stake in Stock in stuffer markets takin’ All the products people makin’ Privatizing profit-docket lawless Mother Nature rapin’ For some scarcity disparities In wealth I can’t attain You keep me feeding on the bottom From the top, you make it rain So as the brains continue drainin’ In amenity dependency I tinker with the inner-machinations Now the enemy You’ve made me out to be you see My generation’s future’s bleaker Than the past in full HD
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
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