Pulse

Yea help, in this junk

I'm drowning, drownin'

How long till I sell

My mothers?

So I become important to you

In this junk

Drownin'

How long till I sell

My mothers?

Must I tolerate your shit?

Dwell in your shallow pit

Now they thought police

Are following me everywhere

Eyes are always on our children

Run run run

Run run run

Run run run

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