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No room for a honest living cuz an Honest man tries, broke the honest man dies, while the living are rich with lies... hidden agenda... in this slandering propaganda... You can make it by... filling your heads with lies... And while you think your living honest they just watchin you die... never feeling your cries... They just say they lived like you but they aint never lived your lives... So they send out one, send out two, place them side by-by side... Choose this guy hes just like you, see look him in the eyes... but he aint never lived your lives... all he hears is cries... and the honest man dies... and rich live on with lies!!!!
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Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 8:46 AM UTC
Honest Man
No room for a honest living cuz an Honest man tries, broke the honest man dies, while the living are rich with lies... hidden agenda... in this slandering propaganda... You can make it by... filling your heads with lies... And while you think your living honest they just watchin you die... never feeling your cries... They just say they lived like you but they aint never lived your lives... So they send out one, send out two, place them side by-by side... Choose this guy hes just like you, see look him in the eyes... but he aint never lived your lives... all he hears is cries... and the honest man dies... and rich live on with lies!!!!
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quentin-briscoe
American
Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 8:46 AM UTC
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