When you’re poor, and you have, like no moves, all you can do, is the best you can, it still messed up, you can start contemplating, next time, I'll have a better plan, it’s the Good Intentions Paving Company, you don’t have much, but try your best, it will make your future easy, all work must be done, we try to fit in, we yearn for it, good food, spiritual, and wholesome, like flowing water, but many of us, are entangled, in bad decisions, we're lost and forgotten, buried underneath the earth, we don’t have much moves, a lot of us, we can only sit around, and wait for the crows to come, and try to enjoy it, when we’re eaten, recycled, at least we’re good for something, so many, fucked and beaten, dominated, yearning, did I do good, yes baby, have a cupcake, sit on my lap, I’ll give you a car on your birthday, anyways, our truth echoes out, and divine law is unbreakable, that grand mountain, is doomed to be eaten by the river, flow, flow, flow, death and rebirth, you have to do something, you might as well, eat worms.

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