I'm alive that's what happens I'm alive that's what happens my blood runs rich with white salt the corporate slugs wanna shake your hand; with open eyes run the gauntlet I'm alive that's what happens white trash serves white collar we're the cheap profit quiters, we haven't; you are the one's ruled by the dollar
Reason for writing:
can't stand the rich
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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