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Land of the free

or land wheres theres fee

land of the young

but soon they get hung

not by the rope but by adulthood

However, the rope is coming for many

our freedom is crumblind on the feet of the racist

land of the free

only if you have plenty of money.

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brendav
<p>im a begginer sorry.</p>

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