Who got the biggest balls? Who is the toughest of them all? who can make a decision, to my derision, causin' much national division, nation comin' to a collision tell me what to do with my body, like you own me, with your dick politics, you don't work for my shit, but got carte blance to take whatever in the hell you please out of my paycheck, Last I recalled I worked 8 hours a day plus overtime, fuck you, with your war, and the seeds of war you have already planted With China, kill my sons, then tell me what to do with my vagina, u could give a fuck about about the very unborn lives you and ya politics try to save, the very souls of poor folks you enslave, you'll deny, education, and healthcare, live them' trap them, in the mechanisms of capitalistic bull shit , while you and your world leader [friends] measure each other's dicks, in politics.Birth sign: Libra
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