You cannot beat the system
But there are those of us who try,
And in the world of drugs and guns,
We all deserve to die.
"We're all here to live and learn"
But with the life we lead in hell we'll burn,
Its divine selection
masquerading as expensive perfection
until the funds run dry.
To your life you say goodbye,
For every hit you have to buy,
And in the end
You'll kill a friend
To ensure you dont run dry.
Its all a bit sad and depressing,
But not really an issue worth pressing,
Its population controll
(With a fucking great roll)
But to no higher power will you be confessing.
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