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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 leave a dick in charge of a bush Of a colon I'm screwed, saw war than Warsaw Poland, viewed An infant's insides, of his body Inside of a of worship, ungodly Out cries "Dear God, where are we?" what I scream towards the skyline but probably No one can hear a of what I was saying Insurgents surged in the temple where I was Now wake me abruptly when police pass by Lights flash, if i could only put the past on a flash I'd For peace of mind, install an external So I'd be driven internally to survive I'm
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My family customs not accustomed to dealing with mental health It was more or less an issue for white families wealth Void, I defected, employed annoyed Went independent, enjoyed Now prescribed sedatives and Prozac The rent's in the ghetto but you can't go back So I, the cylinder on my revolver Then, maybe let it draw blood Chupacabra And into the abyss, without evolving of revolving around the habitual problem solver Research like, George Washington But no answer so my mantra is to deal with it in and then Part, of being incredibly defiant through revenue issues I'll do it for medical science It's better to be level-headed than to regret it and Settling for life sun-shine, never vibrant, I'm
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