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It burns me so, the things I learn as I get older
            I am not talking about confidence life hacks and salsa
            The things we figure out are lies that we were taught
             to believe as a trusting child we were being conditioned
            for a economy that for the first time they had no clue 
             what they would need from me amd you.

            They will need a certain amount for prison guilty or not
            thats double and triple the profit everyone gets kick backs
            this is why they can seng you to prison for crimes that never happen
            just as long as their interogation tactics can break you down
             to confess to something that they say will get free so you can relax

            It burns me to know the things i have learned like a torment
             that lingers so 
            Because you can not share the truth you find because we were
            conditioned to ignore intuition for blind trust to follow someone
             elses ambitions bred to be slaves under the rules of politicians
            who them self's are bought and paid for like they had no soul to burn

                   To be continued...................

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