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BORN SLAVE, BORN NOBODY BUT A RESOURCE, SLAVERY IS FATE, INCUBATOR FOR CHILDBIRTH IN THE MUD THERE'S NO ESCAPE, DIE OF BLEEDING WITH A LIVING CHILD IN YOUR ARMS IN YOUR OWN BLOOD, BOTTLE UP THE HATE, THOUGHTS OF LACK OF FAITH VISIT THE BRAIN IT'S EASIER TO JUST TWINE A ROPE AROUND THE THROAT, FORGET 'BOUT ALL THE PROBLEMS AND RUN AWAY, IT'S EASIER TO JUST TWINE A ROPE AROUND THE THROAT, FORGET 'BOUT ALL THE PROBLEMS AND RUN AWAY... THERE'S NO MORE STRENGTH TO TRY TO GET OUT OF THE ROT, WHEN THESE BIG SHOTS TAKE YOUR FREEDOM AND PULL YOU BACK IN THIS BLACK HOLE... STUCK SINCE BIRTH IN RUSSIA, WITHOUT PROSPECTS AND FUTURE, STEALING MONEY IS THEIR HUNGER, GOING TO JAIL FOR EXPRESSING AN OPINION INCANDESCENT IRON TO YOUR FACE, I'LL WAIT FOR PEOPLE TO EXTERMINATE THEMSELVES, YES INDEED MY PATIENCE IS MY ACE, THE HATE Y'ALL SAW IN ME WAS THE ANTICIPATION OF COMING DEATH... Yes indeed my patience is my ace, The hate y'all saw in me was the anticipation of COMING DEATH... BORN SLAVE, BORN NOBODY BUT A RESOURCE, SLAVERY IS FATE, INCUBATOR FOR CHILDBIRTH IN THE MUD, BORN SLAVE, BORN NOBODY BUT A RESOURCE, SLAVERY IS FATE, INCUBATOR FOR CHILDBIRTH IN THE MUD THERE'S NO ESCAPE, DIE OF BLEEDING WITH A LIVING CHILD IN YOUR ARMS IN YOUR OWN BLOOD, BOTTLE UP THE HATE, THOUGHTS OF LACK OF FAITH VISIT THE BRAIN IT'S EASIER TO JUST TWINE A ROPE AROUND THE THROAT, FORGET 'BOUT ALL THE PROBLEMS AND RUN AWAY...
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