The Struggle of Nth
Overuse, Overthink, Oversimplify
The degree to which we suffer is surely to the nth
Forced to lose humanity, when I can't pay my rent
Swear to god
Man, I've been starved, but I don't practice lent
Misguided people saving faces beg me to repent
But they aren't out here sharing bread
They take what they can get
They don't see
They've made this hell & nothing's heaven sent
Anything can happen in the valley of the rich
As long as you encompass the almight 1%
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