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No medicaid, no you're better off dead Instead have been dedicated to education I spin, the on my revolver I spin, the Would someone explain who'd leave a in charge of a bush Of a colon I'm screwed, saw more war Warsaw Poland, viewed An infant's insides, of his body Inside of a place of worship, Out cries tears "Dear God, are we?" That's what I scream towards the but probably No one can hear a word of I was saying surged in the temple where I was praying Now wake me abruptly when police pass by Lights flash, if i could only put the on a flash drive I'd For of mind, install an external drive So I'd be more driven internally to I'm
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My family customs were not accustomed to dealing with mental It was more or less an issue for white families with Void, I defected, employed self independent, enjoyed stealth Now prescribed sedatives and Prozac The cheaper in the ghetto but you can't go back So I, suspend the on my revolver Then, maybe let it blood like Chupacabra And dissolve into the abyss, without of revolving around the habitual problem solver Research like, Washington Carver But no answer so my mantra is to deal it in and chart then Part, instead of incredibly defiant Peddle through revenue issues I'll do it for science It's to be level-headed than to regret it and pious Settling for life without sun-shine, vibrant, I'm
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