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The soul is pain My skin remains In a constant state of need That means i must grind these feet They hoard they steal thats the definition of greed Turn on the tv cant believe what i see Look out the window and it all makes sense Is it reality what your looking at Chances are slim Everyone throws shade And pushes blame They say the universe is infinite and i feel trapped in a cage Man the tricks the mind plays Its just me against this brain Keep me focused on my wants and i will slave
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Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
And i Will Slave
The soul is pain My skin remains In a constant state of need That means i must grind these feet They hoard they steal thats the definition of greed Turn on the tv cant believe what i see Look out the window and it all makes sense Is it reality what your looking at Chances are slim Everyone throws shade And pushes blame They say the universe is infinite and i feel trapped in a cage Man the tricks the mind plays Its just me against this brain Keep me focused on my wants and i will slave
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Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
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