Wasted
What I think and what I say, are often one and the same. No filters from my brain,
to my mouth so you can hate.
I get paid for mine,
nine lives regeneration.
Who else can sell rhymes,
To this dead generation?
What you see and what you hear,
Just to chase a dollar fast.
Checks cashed from fomented fear,
Without balance you will never last.
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