We are our leaders, without power


Let me be the first to say this
Or the last, I’m always amiss
I might puke over their laws
and be broken when they pause
Chance is what makes me pour my diss

Give me one day and I’m the same
Doing all the things that I blame
Body no be firewood
my good is misunderstood
To die poor is never the aim.


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