To him who holds, the strings to your hands.

What i do not understand, is the feeling of needing money.

What if my neighbours shared and took care of me,

What if my life did not depend on your money,

What if i refuse to take part in your games,

Would you leave me be?

Or would you tie me in chains?

“Ask the questions, do not sit and write.

The beauty of that is, you may be freed tomorrow night.”

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