lyrics:

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cold stuck and picking up change for the man in the black suit
empty gaze stockbroker look me in my eyes ask what you gonna do
grabbing silver for professional digital pilfer pick pocketer
saw his numbers eyes widen finna pop out from eye socket uh
whole decimals in the bank roll got that nasa money rocket up uh yeah
rocket up
stealing money like degenerate thief with the linen pockets you aint desparate
as cold sick decrepit families grit their teeth and bear it
money aint bequeath shit to a soul rich refuse to share it
power in the things steady keeping us separate
dont concentrate lest u wish to painfully obfuscate inner thoughts which radiate optimism
bout the earth and the human condition stop altercate for a second just sit down and listen

I have no bread, therefore I starve

I am because you are.               ✿ڿڰۣ—                                                                                    𝕐 ℝ🔪
A.K.A. PYGMY THE POET
A.K.A The Shogun of Sorrow
A piece of my pervasive melancholy for the disillusioned at heart.
 
📧 pygmythepoet@gmail.com 

I have no bread, therefore I starve

YESHUA'S REVENGE