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Don't let them steal Your soul, your body, your mind. Guide what you feel Control, be steady, be kind. First thing: Drugs! Be high, be addicted Heavenly smog can be so good Dragging your ego up to its great This forbid can get you closer to death Next thing: Pornography Instant pleasure, instant destruction Wasting your time, money and effort Not knowing that you give yourself away A misery! Where all else turned into gray Last thing: Gambling Easy money, easy expense That paper bills can break into cents If you're not lucky, you'll regret A big credit can lead to violence and theft I know a man who had all this thing He was proud, he was happy, he was success! Shouting the world that he was the king! King of death, king of misery, king of violence
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jerald-angelo
Filipino
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Aug 9, 2011
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