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Living on mama’s dollar, Living on papa’s dime, Living in hard times, Playing card games, Paying no mind to squalor, I get high on crime, And when the pocketbook gets thin I’m still a bawler, Because I’m living on mama’s dollar Living while papa’s doing time In the 9 to 5 While I dispatch rhymes And whine about paradigms How do you expect me to survive, When I’ve never been deprived Humboldt State University, 2014

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