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A WAY OUT
Our guys are helpless
With all the degrees their jobless
So they talk less
But are reckless
They do everything like they careless
and yeah! they feel less
Protocol over hardwork
Making our world a nightmare
Full of bad air
Our pockets...they spell bare
We switch to the café to catch wealth
The only way out is to cook spells
Throwing human parts into bloody wells
Just to live well
We are lost but we can't see
Sitting by our luggage before a dead sea
Decieved by the same people we gave seats
Now we are locked...a way out...we seek
Published 31st May 2014
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