System Of Sharks
They don't serve you well, now they want any dollar in
a system of sharks. Who only are a business nothing more.
Sue each other.
Now they are deep in debts. Double-time.
In pockets of the consumer.
Winners don't use drugs.
Yet you feed us drugs with side effects.
Day and night. Could die.
Yet time kept hurting and it makes me see.
That we trickle information, for any cost.
I serve a God who conquered death.
Not a man who talks on both sides of his mouth.
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