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Who the hell are you to tell me how to live? You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time. I aint no Cinderella, I aint waiting for no prince, To save me in fact until just now I was doing just fine. And on and on.. I know what degradation feels like I felt it on the floor at the factory Where I worked long before, I took control now I answer to me The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please Wheres the problem?
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 20:23:25 +0000

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