You thought you could beat the system
the system was made for people, you
whip it out while I make sure it is yours
dope brought me to you I am probation
officer of nightmares marry you to jail
while long lines of low sloping foreheads
denoting their cromagnum ancestry
run trains shoveling coal states forever.
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