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come with it know, slacks thats goods and jazz surrenders you on your back, alone they keep blues and guitars san fran, no lights a stand between you and peace today, no progress the city won't allow me a food my civil rights, a cover up attempt of my disobedience trained thoughts, residue of salt slips through my metabolism the deserts of war in my veins pushed by federal crimes, poverty add more neglect the general deserves this mule huck the missle, cup that breaks white movement across my wrists irish cost of quarter of that yard
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Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 3:31 PM UTC
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come with it know, slacks thats goods and jazz surrenders you on your back, alone they keep blues and guitars san fran, no lights a stand between you and peace today, no progress the city won't allow me a food my civil rights, a cover up attempt of my disobedience trained thoughts, residue of salt slips through my metabolism the deserts of war in my veins pushed by federal crimes, poverty add more neglect the general deserves this mule huck the missle, cup that breaks white movement across my wrists irish cost of quarter of that yard
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Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 3:31 PM UTC
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