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these arms were factory employed, valued for the tools and the time iâm expending. these arms are subject to want, toil if your needâs worth the trouble in bendingâdepending. these arms arenât satisfied with your ineffectual life. they want the honest hands, the calluses and pride. my opportunity to work and affect change from the inside, i will always try. in this life, weâll never own a homeâblack eyesâweâre allies in these downtrodden times. realize no matter what or how they victimize, they canât make me feel worthless. iâm not perfect but i have a purpose. our lives, our vengeance, our hearts make all the difference. the seized land and our vacated homesâblack eyes. our lives, our vengeance. through dread, through pretext. the odds are insurmountableâblack eyes. our lives, our vengeance. not wealth, not privilege. weâre deprived and underutilizedâblack eyes. our lives, our vengeance, our hearts will make a difference for the betterment of all.
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- What A Plague You Are