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There is a vicious circle
In nothing Born in poverty Raised in dysfunction On it goes One with degradation Soaked in chemical consciousness Talent spoiled Could have been something Society of fortune keeps you oppressed Until the next generation Impoverished offspring without a chance Reap what is sown Nothing Continuing on and on Forever going nowhere
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