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Views

We got different views,
different points too.
You serve your masters for money,
I serve the masses trying to steal back our honey,
you use your platform,
just like a good puppet trying to perform.
More clicks. More views.
Algorithm here to help the sheep choose.
I go unseen, my blue collar as camouflage
you only see me when you need, like a mirage.
One day the chips will fall,
and then there will be no more channels at all.
Written by LongTubiFree (JustinSizemore)
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Down the tube.
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