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Unnecessary Chains

driving home another late shift work long hours just to make dues when the money I received gets paid back to you. lurking in the shadows a man that has no soul looking for ways to make them like him more his face is fresh I speak the truth but justice isn't there... all he cares is bonuses they set for him to slayer. corruptness lies where there is debt and in our debt lies chains the ones who say we're free are lame to think its not a game. a joke, lies go up in smoke as he goes home, with his bonus, alone. wishing his dick was a little bigger. wishing the white girl loved him as much as she loves the man he took away. Unnecessary Chains. Unnecessary Chains. his fresh robotic face a disgust to the human race.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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