Please,
don`t spit on us
The down and
out
Just because
you are up
When your
spittle runs dry
You`ll surely stoop to fetch some water.
Although
there`s yet no fuss
Because now
you have clout
The day you
get messed up
And start to
cry
We`ll make
you feel like a dog on a loop
That never
in all its life have a father.
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