Founded by Oppression
• Written by Anonymous
I have a confession,
You've taken from my possession
Every ounce of my aggression
But you'll never take my profession
I roam like phone with no vocal reception
I pretend to see without any perception
As I sink further into this depression
Hold out my arm, dose me, one more injection
Is this the foundation of our country?
When the economy rolls in the money,
There's no reason to be fussy,
Isn't it strange and just a little but funny?
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