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No medicaid, no Thinking better off dead Instead have been dedicated to education I spin, the on my revolver I spin, the Would someone who'd leave a dick in charge of a bush Of a colon I'm screwed, saw more war Warsaw Poland, viewed An infant's insides, outside of his Inside of a place of worship, Out cries tears "Dear God, are we?" That's what I scream towards the skyline but No one can hear a of what I was saying Insurgents surged in the temple where I was Now flashbacks wake me when police pass by Lights flash, if i could only put the past on a flash I'd For of mind, install an external drive 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 with wealth Void, I defected, employed annoyed independent, enjoyed stealth Now doctors prescribed and Prozac The rent's in the ghetto but you can't go back So I, suspend the cylinder on my Then, maybe let it draw like Chupacabra And dissolve into the abyss, without Instead of around the habitual problem solver like, George Washington Carver But no answer so my mantra is to deal with it in and chart Part, of being incredibly defiant Peddle revenue issues I'll do it for medical science It's better to be level-headed than to it and pious for life without sun-shine, never vibrant, I'm
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