Epstein
Every trafficker has this green dream
Profit off of others bodies make money
Selling girls and selling their souls
Trying to outrun karma and Holy Ghost
Emerald eyes of the liquid law pales
Inside job if it was who will tell
Now doing time in a hot hell’s jail
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