Seems all that I do
and all that I say
has a price
I have to pay
No blue chips for me
are handed out
though my pockets are full
of the benefit of doubt
Taken for granted
when I'm right
but when wrong
justice crashes with might
Now humble and meek
I want to run away
from the strong that made me weak
to a place that’s safe to stay
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