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This is like a beat poem. Picture a guy with an unhappy face reciting this to bongos. |
| Cutting down my house it is a tree, won't you stop I'm saying please. Take my family for thier hide, or poison me with a pesticide. Make me run then turn me to glue, or take me away and lock me in a zoo. Tapping on the glass is very rude, I don't dig your attitude. You lock me in a tiny cage, and wonder why I'm full of rage. You're breaking my spirit can't you see, you gotta let me go running free. |