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There is nothing. No education.
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No family life to open my
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Arms to. You'd say that my job is today,
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yet gone tomorrow.
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I'll be broke in a gutter.
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I know the opinion. A broken record.
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Fuck you and your
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College dream. Fact is, we're stronger than all.
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You're working for perfect bodies,
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perfect minds and perfect
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Neighbors. But I'm helping to legalize dope on
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Your pristine streets and I'm making a fortune.
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You're muscle and gall. Naive at best. I'm bone,
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brain and Cock. Deep down stronger than all.
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A sad state of affairs. A crippled America.
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A pipe dream Buttfucked. Immune.
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Stronger than all.
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A lament for a rookie officer,
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punk ass weak little lamb.
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For the mob, truly, does rule at this particular time.
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We've grown into a monster. An arrogant,
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explosive motherfuck.
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Hard as a rock. Shut like a lock.
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Finally, the president in submission.
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He holds out his hand on
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Your television and draws back a stump.
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It's too late for some.
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Far too late.
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No more holdbacks. No more paying a cops paycheck.
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Let him Bust his own child.
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The son that heeds my word and smokes my dope.
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The daughter that sucks me off and snorts cheap
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anything.
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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
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a choice but to Take our side.
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Be there no question of certain strengths. Know
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This intention. Forever stronger than all.
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strength beyond strength
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| pantera (far beyond driven) |
