I’d rather remain a poet
Than have my soul bleed
In dis demonic rap game
A never ending battle to save
humanity
We must stop crying about slavery
& wake up
Erasing da imprisonment
Of not knowing da truth
Watching da news
Won’t help us prepare
So da beautiful women
Throw their life away
To be strippers in music videos
I’d rather remain a poet
Than have my soul bleed
In dis demonic rap game
A never battle to save humanity
They think they can lock me up
They think they can lock me up
They think can lock me up
Money doesn’t trap me
Money doesn’t trap me
Money doesn’t trap me
Giving kid’s fairy tales
About having a better life
U are just selling toyz
From toys “r” us
Only using religion as a tool
Of trapping souls
Of no escape
Making us to be slaves to money
Without money
U can’t change da deleted scenes
I’d rather remain a poet
Than have my soul bleed
In dis demonic rap game
A never battle to save humanity
They think they can lock me up
They think they can lock me up
They think they can lock me up
Money doesn’t trap me
Money doesn’t trap me
Money doesn’t trap me
Da lost souls
Used in a chess game
Thinking u can conquer da Universe
By using righteous people to kill
Saying God made a mistake, saying God
made a mistake
Saying God made a mistake
Of making men, not to just be a man
No u are da confused transsexual
Who has da Universe
Hooked on plaugetonic faganomics
I’d rather remain a poet
Than have my soul bleed
In dis demonic rap game
A never ending battle to save
humanity
They think they can lock me up
They think they can lock me up
They think they can lock me up
Money doesn’t trap me
Money doesn’t trap me
Money doesn’t trap me
When will u stop being puppets
When will u stop being puppets
When will u stop being puppets
When will u stop being puppets
U just dancing for money
U just dancing, dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing for money
U just dancing for money
U just dancing, dancing, dancing,
dancing
Dancing for money
U just dancing for money
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