I see you had your mind all made up you group of pitiful liars. Before I woke to face the day, your master plan transpired. Something told me this job had more to meet the eye. My song is not believed? My words somewhat deceiving? Now Im unwhole. Youve waged a war of nerves But you cant crush the kingdom Cant be what your idols are. Cant leave the scar. You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us... 5 minutes alone I read your eyes, your mind was made up. You took me for a fool. You used complexion of my skin for a counter racist tool. You cant burn me Ive spilled my guts out in the past. Taken advantage of because you know where Ive come. My past. I ask you please just give us
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