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Ryan Arthur Walker

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Born...


We are born to live
But we live to die
I've never stooped so low
as to smoke to get high

We are born to change
Although bred to kill
Keep in check your morals
or what matters still

We are born to the media
With an angle I am scarred
How do you breed and individual
With a 9 number card

We are born with freedoms
Which never seem to come
Racism is still in America
And Money still rules Some

Submitted: Sunday, December 06, 2009

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