There is nothing.
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No education. No family life to open my arms to. You'd say
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that my job is today, yet gone tomorrow. I'll be broke in a gutter.
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I know the opinion.
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A broken record. Fuck you and your college dream.
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Fact is, we're stronger than all.
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You're working for perfect bodies, perfect minds and perfect neighbors.
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But I'm helping to legalize dope on your pristine streets and I'm making a fortune.
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You're muscle and gall. Naive at best.
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I'm bone, brain and cock. Deep down stronger than all.
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A sad state of affairs. A crippled America. A pipe dream buttfucked. Immune. Stronger than all.
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We've grown into a monster.
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An arrogant, explosive motherfuck.
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Hard as a rock. Shut like a lock. The president in submission.
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He holds out his hand on your television and draws back a stump.
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It's too late for some. Far too late.
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Hail kings. The new kings. Stronger than all.
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A simple process to legalize. There would not be a choice but to take our side.
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Be there no question of certain strengths. Know this intention. Forever stronger than all. Stronger than all.
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Strength Beyond Strength
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| Whitechapel |
