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Wake Up


Livin' like a broke king

Pursuing a dream without a team

I'm a solitary predator

Shootin' down Senators

Celebratin' 4:20 with four honeys

More money wasted

On things so basic

Weed and food, weed and food

Chillin' in a mellow mood

You're projecting a bad attitude

And I've got an aptitude

For violence, I'd kill for 25 cents

My sense of direction pointed me to detention

And should I mention my spiritual ascension

Invention of currency is currently killing us

Social media propaganda filling us with hate

So wake the fuck up before it's too late.

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