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All my life I hustled just to get that moolah,
And stack my change up and go see the jeweler,
Dregs remake action over U,
Dead by the hymn I hear the raccoon,
Laughing in her backroom the dungeon is insane,
Unmasked, Unforgotten, and still remains the same,
Nurturing the days to what ignorance enjoys,
Cant resist the features life employs,
Holding messages of if they only knew,
The pleasures of sanity in a fictitious view,
However do u want it, however do u need peep,
My wake brings strife back to reality,
A first step to show it must be the Lord,
A meditation of someone on the balcony door,
You know jack there’s still deviation,
Aint no spooks to your impersonation,
A shot of simulation to resist the man,
A washed up wombat from his rabid clan.
