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If my dreams were made of ice and I had just one wish, Someone at the top has already set the cities fire to full blast, Turning everything I hoped for to a puddle, melting it. What's the point in this life when everything you want Depends on if they will open the door for you? It seems To me we are only doing what the rich all would want us to! Though this sounds like a stupid rant, but notice if you will, How much it costs for cops to go to a house simply Because of a stupid argument, REAL justice unfulfilled. It's happened before and it will happen again, these tools, They who make all of my dreams disappear with a snap, The one who has the least integrity is often the one who rules...
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Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
That Which "Floats Downstream"
If my dreams were made of ice and I had just one wish, Someone at the top has already set the cities fire to full blast, Turning everything I hoped for to a puddle, melting it. What's the point in this life when everything you want Depends on if they will open the door for you? It seems To me we are only doing what the rich all would want us to! Though this sounds like a stupid rant, but notice if you will, How much it costs for cops to go to a house simply Because of a stupid argument, REAL justice unfulfilled. It's happened before and it will happen again, these tools, They who make all of my dreams disappear with a snap, The one who has the least integrity is often the one who rules...
alan-s-bailey
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Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
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