Frustrated, prostrated
Head on the ground
Dare to be bigger
Still sittin around
Defeated, depleted
Wind abandoned the sail
Tomorrow never comes
Can't even post bail
Rejected, defected
Exile me now
Viva la revolution
No asylum to be found
Good, not good enough
Wasting my time
Its a wrap, son
Why work for whats mine
12:44 AM
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