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Doesn'T Make Sense

Knowledge equals power and money is what I work for the hour So Im paying to play a game that I can not win well it doesn' make cents The world is mine yet they trying to give me time it doesn't make sense Go to school for a great career yet they try to deprive me of my education It doesn't make sense Well I would like to say to this system your a hypocrite Complaining about a debt you can never pay off so more taxes and then you spend billions for more funerals this really doesn't make sense So you plotting to kill us before you cut the cord and then raise the rent so meals seem kind of scarce the only making cents is treasury so treasure these One finger for you and one for me Peace and Unity

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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