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The System

Blinded by wealth Corrupted by poverty A slave I am They assured me I would be free Brought at a price Given my rights Kept on a chain Still trying to make small change. Everything I earn is monitored and tax A slave I am A product of working class Can't get no ease Salary still on freeze God help me please This nonsense have me displease The government need to cease. People ain't please I have to pay fees Can't even afford a slice of cheese I look like I have a disease Stop this tease Poverty have me uneasy.

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