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shake me shake me it must be a dream a nightmare filled with ghosts and goblins and utility bills that go bump in the night. straped for cash so your twisted thoughts are to beat me over the head with more debt. nickel and dime every breath. working hard nah hardly working... given just enough hours to stay behind with the hope that a penny pinch here and a missed meal there will add up to a dollar but i aint even got 15 cent.
looking my child in the eye feeding her lies. you can do anything be any thing just work hard and sharpen your mind and your sword cause life and death rests behind your lips but failing to tell her the cold hearted truth. your life can be great and filled with riches but in this world you are still subject to misters, broken promises, and bill collectors
the things that go bump in the and the day and no matter how hard there is no escape.
