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Money


History the past When did they invent the cash? That would stimulate economies And create a large gap In between the lines You cant read like "Between the Lions" You cant read the fine print Just sign the dotted line Out goes information, they dont give, Just wanna take it And store all of it In their secret databases Invasion of our privacy If our ancestors were alive to see It would change the shape of the world, No geometry Astrology is probably Telling the starlight to dim Cuz our pages in the books of history Are seeming a little thin They forget about the little things That can create the biggest progress They dont see us as people Just another tool or object Dont take it out of context They dont want to hear it They dont want us to prosper They only crush our spirits 75% Linen & 25% Cotton Its what we're born to die for, Inside of a coffin
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