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change nothing, and sometimes one day changes everything. And that day has come. When racial and economic dichotomy, are one in the fucking same, and
before our surroundings. Because etiquette is subjective and there is no black or white, nor good and evil. Of kith and kin to pit and marrow. Auguste
propagandize mis-education, and bolster a campaign of character assassination. And giving answers before asking questions, like is selfishness inherent? And
consequence. Where did it start and when will it end? A reversal of moral accountability, a kiss that bites. When glass is broken and a body falls, tangled and
And we stubbed our toes on superficiality. This, the incomplex complexity. The soiled witness of prestige. For without beauty there is no happiness, and
. The third law, the final repercussion. To starve the ears and see in darkness. To cut the strings and return to innocence
like I'm someone else Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off And smacked her so
twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else 'Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off And
a longer life expectancy I'd be a savage beast If I ain't had this outlet to salvage me Inside, I'd be exploding soaked in self loathing And mourning
crystal clear) The focus switches to you and it ain't good All mad 'cause someone rolls up out the neighborhood Check your self and the judgment was
The pain overwhelms shooting through my kidneys Blood rushes out when I stick a shank in me Keep stabbing and sticking And pulling all the blood spitting And I cut off the oxygen And
You have come inside of me, bloodied and vicitimized my matrilinear history. Justification in my rage, Born into hope then led to a Cage. The Culture now yours, A man and
darkness, found a home in the darkness, Empty stomach empty head a body fills a vacant bed, And the thunder rolls by, and the rains come, and the days gone and
to the world and got rid of all the children Load them into the building And kill'm and bury them in the mud And mildew and he will do what he feels And
