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Guilty of being born

Looks like hope is forlorn

Is there no chance of reform

How has killing become the norm

Another night all alone counting my blessings

Go ahead and try but you don’t control my bearings

You can bleed

You will see

Paint the black face of theft

But all I see is the white face of death

Healthcare is not a privilege

Not my master

I will not hate those different

Not my master

If I’m the problem then I’m not listening

Not my master

The tyrants are the ones we should be killing

Not my master

Another night all alone counting my blessings

Go ahead and try but you don’t control my bearings

Another night all alone counting my blessings

Go ahead and try but you don’t control my bearings

You can bleed

You will see