The Economy
..Life is but an endless dream..
..Where you control your destiny..
..Born from the rich..
..Or born from the poor..
..It dosent matter..
..Your life is yours..
..So what if your born with money!
..You Prick!..
..You corprut mother fuckers can suck my dick!..
..Im a self made man..
..Im poor..Your rich..
..You live in a Mansion..
..And my house smells like shit!..
..But yah know what im happy..
..I dont need money to exist..
..Ive got a wife that loves me..
..And eventually kids..
..So go ahead and sit in your nice fancy cars..
..By the end of this poem ther'll be shit in your drawrs..
..The economy's going down to the pits..
..Lets see if YOUR happy when YOUR house is a ditch!..
(I dedicate this poem to all those bullshit companys that make billions of dollars every year. That complain if there shit is the wrong color!)
..Where you control your destiny..
..Born from the rich..
..Or born from the poor..
..It dosent matter..
..Your life is yours..
..So what if your born with money!
..You Prick!..
..You corprut mother fuckers can suck my dick!..
..Im a self made man..
..Im poor..Your rich..
..You live in a Mansion..
..And my house smells like shit!..
..But yah know what im happy..
..I dont need money to exist..
..Ive got a wife that loves me..
..And eventually kids..
..So go ahead and sit in your nice fancy cars..
..By the end of this poem ther'll be shit in your drawrs..
..The economy's going down to the pits..
..Lets see if YOUR happy when YOUR house is a ditch!..
(I dedicate this poem to all those bullshit companys that make billions of dollars every year. That complain if there shit is the wrong color!)
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