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the stuff got overgrown
So I'm taller now
I'm a raging father now
Whiter than white collar now
Put your ass in squalor now
It's falling out

New gilded age

plane you nuh see how the balance ain't right
Cos Natty inna the ghetto under pain and squalor still we walking towards the light

Now if you deal with

for more than squalor and a squaw.
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We’re hungry for the yield so we yield,
A week will pass before we heal,
So I sit tight, indoors, wanting more,
But

oxford commas, some other things to,
And all that I could do without

I bought a new pair I'm breaking them in
With heavy nights in dens of sin and squalor

Guess I'll throw it away
Tired of living in squalor 
Guess you've got nothing to say
Go find someone else to follow
You thought these words
Would

one
Of these children out of squalor
Maybe it'll be little blackie
Sure he's tiny
But comes with all your favorite songs
From the 80s and 90s
Club

Dissolution in
Bile and squalor

Tumour of the street
All alone, empty head

Froze in your folly
Made the last mistake

Glass eyes rolled in
Shame

Looking down down down on a bloody kingdom
Down to the smoke and squalor of real life
While I live my own  in third person

They sing to me yeah
Hey man in

her and breeze her
With wind cuz she's hot, lava
Rottweiler bite then I might
Have to choke collar
Choke life from a squalor dweller
Side kick out

son gon' be making commas
You know yo son gon' be chasing and chasing a dollar
Ain't no more living in squalor
This shit ain't limited mama
This shit

the squalor of the real world
Are you here on your own?

Yes, oh yes

So am I, what a fortunate coincidence
Maybe you're my reward for my efforts here tonight

squalor
I like the sound of
Flying in choppers
Out to the West Coast
Of Mexico
To spend a couple of pesos
Diving with sharks
Or opening a bar
Imported

the squalors that I muddled in
Just to become a scholar, I'm one degree hotter
Did it for my daddy
Did it for my momma
They want me to be a doctor, I told 'em

my ever-present winter

Is that where it all went? I lived in such emotional squalor
Despite my hoarded wealth
Thirteen was such a bloody year
Every

You live in squalor blue collar bitch
I'm fuckin glad that your father dipped
So he don't got to see his sons a bitch

If my people die in jail I'll

First time I saw you out in the street
You didn't have a dollar
No shoes on your feet
You chose to live in squalor

Now you're gone and I can't sleep

Earning more
Of that almighty dollar
Yearning for more
Yeah more than squalor
Back to school
Spend time with scholars
Thinking it's going to get you out

a tight collar
No slack left just bark in the night holler hey no scraps left hark
And my squalor isn't getting better and its all I do is work harder, yeah

squalor in our tubs
Leaving our dreams behind cause all demands are met
No endeavour

Because your recliner
Is not a place where dreams are made
And your

today
Oh, something's fuckin' killin' me

Get another dollar- anything to leave the squalor
When humanity won't bother, When you're out on your own

Can

Doc(tor) be copping
The dollars often
The hidden robbers
And unbothered watchers
Society dishonored
No calm, just squalor
No way around it
Can't outwit
Can't

the nightmare of the dreamer
The squalor on the ghetto, the water lick of he plumber
The broken line of the fisherman, the car break down of the driver
A little

a break 
If you wonder, I would bet your bottom dollar
With my words I’ll reduce your self esteem to squalor 

Stop making plans for me, stop making plans

you slap your momma
Made it from the squalor and we made it to a couple commas
Now a couple more to go
Can't afford to don't
Can't afford a home
Maybe