Snakes
the more that I try, the more that I cry.
The more that I speak, The more that I lie.
The more that I live, The more that I die.
You can call me a bitch, but I'll give you a stitch.
No I'm not rich, but You are a snitch.
I gave you the slack, but you stabbed me in my back.
You can call me fake, but you are the snake
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