.Got that soul low, the world narcotic
Tears like snow, government sell it
Tryna make means from ya pleas, so you fiend
Or see blood stream, so sell or buy it
Soul low, the world demonic
Fears stay grown, government got it
Tryna make weeds from ya seeds, let em feed
Or proceed to.
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