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No medicaid, no Thinking you're better off Instead should have been to education I spin, the on my revolver I spin, the Would someone explain who'd leave a dick in charge of a Of a I'm screwed, saw more war than Warsaw Poland, viewed An insides, outside of his body of a place of worship, ungodly Out tears "Dear God, where are we?" That's what I scream towards the but probably No one can hear a of what I was saying Insurgents in the temple where I was praying Now flashbacks me abruptly when police pass by Lights flash, if i could only put the past on a drive I'd For peace of mind, an external drive So I'd be more driven to survive I'm
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My family customs not accustomed to dealing with mental health It was or less an issue for white families with wealth Void, I defected, employed self independent, enjoyed stealth Now doctors prescribed and Prozac The rent's cheaper in the but you can't go back So I, suspend the on my revolver Then, let it draw blood like Chupacabra And into the abyss, without evolving Instead of revolving around the habitual problem Research like, George Washington But no answer so my mantra is to deal with it in and then Part, instead of incredibly defiant Peddle revenue issues I'll do it for medical science It's better to be level-headed than to regret it and Settling for without sun-shine, never vibrant, I'm
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