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We are not free We are slaves to the system When we as for help You just pretend to listen But when we speak out We as individuals are shut put So go ahead and tell me where you went to college Looking down the barrel of a loaded gun, which is your knowledge You tell me that I don't have potential I don't give a **** about your god **** credentials But still You shove it down my throat expecting me not to choke you expect me to listen to you when you won't even listen to me Now here I am What if you heard that the next day I chose the rope instead of the books Do you feel how wrong this looks What would you do then? Would you still be sipping drinks in your den Or would you realized that you should have handed me a piece of paper and a pen STILL You continue to feed the flame So I say **** the system They won't listen
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Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 5:24 PM UTC
**** the System
We are not free We are slaves to the system When we as for help You just pretend to listen But when we speak out We as individuals are shut put So go ahead and tell me where you went to college Looking down the barrel of a loaded gun, which is your knowledge You tell me that I don't have potential I don't give a **** about your god **** credentials But still You shove it down my throat expecting me not to choke you expect me to listen to you when you won't even listen to me Now here I am What if you heard that the next day I chose the rope instead of the books Do you feel how wrong this looks What would you do then? Would you still be sipping drinks in your den Or would you realized that you should have handed me a piece of paper and a pen STILL You continue to feed the flame So I say **** the system They won't listen
Chris Ellison
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Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 5:24 PM UTC
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