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my mouth is dry from spitting in god's face
my ribs are showing and my head aches, from following my dreams, but I'm still kicking.
I am the spitting image of shitting on your faith.
I do the best with what I'm given, in this one nation underpaid.
I have been shaken, and I find I ring like a bell | I am hollow and wondering if I can ever be full
I consume but the food never reaches my stomach | despite how hard I try and keep it down
I am so cold and never heat up | and you are the sweet sweet reminder of all that I don't deserve
I am crying and I can't see the road ahead | and I am scared shitless of who I've become.
I am sadness covered in masks
I am broken but I still do my job
I am furious but I will not get violent
I am not happy, I am not living... I'm ruined.
So here I am in the back of the food stamp line
not where I thought i'd be, when I told you I'd turn out fine.
so hear my cry from the front of the battle lines
another victim to the america, and I am not doing fine.

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