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You Owe Me 5 Rocks and 2 Pebbles (Lyric) by *Lyrisick*
Papyrus and fiber optics-
Steel mints, iron ore
Federal machinery stamps natural inks of Earth's tropics.
Printed portraits: white men of presidence who lived afore
As congress frantically fills their funds...
With trees, in currency,
We as a species, are not filling our lungs...
With trees through breathing, more concurrently
Everything that we see,
Comes from that of which we are, naturally
How can the next man charge me for what I am
exploiting the natural resources given to us as gifts
From Jehovah's hand.
From earth, wind, fire , and water to silk, diamonds, and gold.
The game is to be told, not to be sold.
Internal revenue is age old, and promenades ridiculously.
Insubordination of men dominates insidiously.
But if i must submit to such a belligerent economic level...
Well, then you owe 5 rock and 2 pebbles.
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