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These white men are sick These white men are ill Someone call the doctor! Control. Control. Control. I said hey man stop oppressing me They said hey boy. we make the rules She said hey man, stop legislating my body They said hey girl, it's God's will. He said hey man, I'm just making ends meat They said hey boy, get that *** to work I said hey man, your profits are from misery They said hey boy, if you don't like it leave She said hey man, I just want fair wage They said hey girl, its a man's world He said hey man, you stole this land They said they boy, my rifle says otherwise Someone call the doctor! These white men are sick These white men are ill Control. Control. Control.
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
White Men
These white men are sick These white men are ill Someone call the doctor! Control. Control. Control. I said hey man stop oppressing me They said hey boy. we make the rules She said hey man, stop legislating my body They said hey girl, it's God's will. He said hey man, I'm just making ends meat They said hey boy, get that *** to work I said hey man, your profits are from misery They said hey boy, if you don't like it leave She said hey man, I just want fair wage They said hey girl, its a man's world He said hey man, you stole this land They said they boy, my rifle says otherwise Someone call the doctor! These white men are sick These white men are ill Control. Control. Control.
devin-ortiz
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
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