Everywhere at once, the narrative is lame.
The one in pain, much more to gain.
I have her in my lap, she builds with bricks.
Trying to turn an honest women into a snitch.
With which, for rich, or poor we hold.
On to the notion, like we gotta go.
Arise, the rumors, Amon must speak.
No love lost when on top of this peak.
You heard, ur dumb, you look to look cool.
Too bad without the crow…
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