.I'm a cynic on a mission, gotcha wishin' I was dead. Cause the dread that I be dishin' and the suspicion in my head. And I bled for the masses. But they asses got greedy. The seedy side of love is you don't love me but you need me. Feed me lies, you devise to enslave me. I gotta save myself 'cause n.
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