Owed
I'm bold to tell them that I'm sold into slavery of the old world that's buried beneath the dirt I try to leave and not feel this hurt passing freeway after street I walk around on my two feet they lost the meaning of the word discreet simply undressing their words with deceit making me feel sick to the grave at how these people misbehave some don't appreciate their own name
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