u got you so used to lying now
u cAn'T heLp YoUrsELf
and hope when you are selling th@
wE all bE bUyINg soMethIng eLsE
as y0u a piece on a board
moved by, invisible hands
IT's y0u roll the dice, then
they choose where $#it lands
u SaY y0u CaTch tHe DriFt. bUt.
u sure as Hell d0nt understand'$
and anyway you got u way to busy with this
bEing tH3 mAn BeiNg a MaN being tha man'$
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