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I've seen your mouth moving, heard others say,
Those words are a piece of a part you played
That sounds your father, a teacher, the church
Didn't from the heart, but research

The only way I learn is put the fist in and get
Go get

Old wives, mystics,
Wise men, rich men, shamen and
When you're meek on the Earth, you die you will pay
For accepting lot, in the cheapest of graves
The divided, men mustn't be weak
Sensitivity is a vice of which we speak
And women are a that are just made for men
To how the boss he respects treats him
And I am going to up like daddy wanted me to be
To impress all those, who so me
And boys melt into men
And we'll start the process

Add a touch of where the writing gets weak
Break up coherence with a cut-cut-cut up
When got nothing to say
up
Or show that willing to play
words that simply aren't out of touch
With the genuine feelings which to their birth
Most are better not written or heard
When you open mouth, out drops a turd