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fist full of cash 
tray full of ash 
dinner served with couch burns
toilet time with one  ticket left 
clean up time dishes make the mess 
tick tock is the clock watch tv do house work till bed 
where's the freedom is there anything out there 
past mental brutality's i hit reality i cant get away from this 
routine chronological simply unstoppable 
there has to be more to life 
than this simple minded strife 
a neighbor here a movie night out there 
but i see no freedom anywhere  
all i see is my brother Tim coming through the door he looks so sad i wonder what its for he said now Jim look outside the box you live your whole life on a rotting thought 
there is more you just don't see you could be starving like bill and me
you could have no toilet and no tv to watch 
no bed to lay in or sheets pulled tot no cigarettes' your lungs could wither with disease  butts filled with gonorrhea  syphilis's unseen
this simple routine between you and me its the best part of life you just have to see

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