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WHAT YOU TURNED OUT TO BE

This day I live
This heart bleeds in grieve
The fact so hard believe
That what I must give
Is far more than I achieve
A leader God called you to be
Unjust you turned out to be
Cant afford the bills
I raise wage for thieves at high hills
For political reasons they kill
To protect what they steal
A leader God called you to be
A thief you turned out to be

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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