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House On the Haunted Hill

10/17/21 House on the Haunted hill Over the years many have gotten ill This world is rotten still All about the dolla bills People often steal Why does blood always gotta spill? Do you know how being at the bottom feels? Tragedies occurred inside of cotton fields Too many got the wrong ideals Goal is a house on a hill Truth be told, big shoes I've gotta fill For now I'ma stop and chill Then pop a pill It all was worth a shot or nil This is reality not a drill I told you dog it's real Went way beyond Watsonville to Bonneville In the end it either did or did not appeal Becoming part of the gossip mill I will not stop until I've truly got my fill I know one thing though, always sippin' out this bottle kills Cost is an arm and a leg in hospital bills Gotta work smart and hard, since I want the mills Not all this struggle and drama still Like on Doctor Phil

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