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May 2021
doom and gloom
no hope for the future

mother nature is dead
i didn't mean to shoot her

dead men walking on borrowed time
there ain't no reason but plenty of rhyme

debts will be paid
for our crimes

whether we're sitting on billions
or nickels and dimes
Written by
Ali
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