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2013

I feel that there's a cage inside my being

no matter how ******* high I jump

I never reach the ceiling

turn on the daily news and all I see is killing

bullets fly from clips but there isn't really meaning

in the blood shed that's spilling ever further

I don't even want to be a ******* father

cause my kids would inherit a sub par

school system, and it'd be worse if I got a daughter

guys with sick thoughts always picking on her

what happened to good old fashioned honor?

Hell I can barely afford community college

It's not like I'm a low life, just got an empty wallet

Work a minimum wage job if thats what you want to call it

but even 9 dollars an hour doesn't count as profit

when the government turns around, grabs half a pay check and swallows it

The good get put on blast while the bad get ******* all of it.

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daniel-magner
American
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Jul 23, 2013
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