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TIME IN THE TIME


IT CHANGES EVERY BODY EVERY THING 

IT SEES THERES CHANGES EVERYWHERE NOW 

EVEN CHANGES IN ME THEY MAKE BOTOX TO 

STOP THE FACE WITH THE HANDS NO BLOCKS

FOR THE FATHER HES A MIGHTY OLD MAN 

WITH EVERY TICK EVERY TOCK HE FORCES

HI HAND ALL THATS ALIVE IS HIS SHIFTING 

SAND SOME WILL COMPAIR IT TO A BOTTLE O

WINE NUTHING GETS BETTER IN POVERTYS

HARD GRIND 

 

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