Problems
I live in a frequency where action rules that God is me
in the war against my body
in the poetry of poverty
cuz it's the rich ones who really make it
cuz it's the rich ones who have the guts to take it
they feel fine they feel fine
check out complainer by the bar
let's kick his ass and make him beg for more
let's line him up and make him scream and shout and
show him he's got nothing to complain about
cuz I believe in the groove complacent
so jack me up and fuck me up with entertainment
ya I feel fine
smarre_9@hotmail.com
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