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It's all that matters you poor **** Now step away from my gold ring, menace Nothing makes you feel so [small and helpless]  than not having enough change to buy an outfit  one that'll show the world you aren't  passé. Nothing out there can make you feel so [stupid & less] Than having to pick the "cheap one" Forced; *****  And then you go home... You think you've escaped You turn up a ****** radio Watch some show you videotaped - But it still persists. The knowing. You're nothing and you know it Day in day out, you, the rabble Peasant peon misfit, Nothing makes you feel so  [tiny & invisible].  $$$ is all that matters.  you, anti-tycoon you don't have any money the demon of noon is coming for you.
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Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
Ultraviolent
It's all that matters you poor **** Now step away from my gold ring, menace Nothing makes you feel so [small and helpless]  than not having enough change to buy an outfit  one that'll show the world you aren't  passé. Nothing out there can make you feel so [stupid & less] Than having to pick the "cheap one" Forced; *****  And then you go home... You think you've escaped You turn up a ****** radio Watch some show you videotaped - But it still persists. The knowing. You're nothing and you know it Day in day out, you, the rabble Peasant peon misfit, Nothing makes you feel so  [tiny & invisible].  $$$ is all that matters.  you, anti-tycoon you don't have any money the demon of noon is coming for you.
Money had a little sitdown with me and exposed it's true colors. Poverty is violent. Think about it.
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Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
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