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Somerica

No voice to ask for help.

It don\'t matter even if it\'s cold or sunny,
We would still be chasing that money,
It\'s ok if you truly don\'t understand me
Everything only I could see,
Im not a magician doing a magic,
Just a man who didn\'t put his brain on automatic,
But again money is the root of all evil,
We\'re design this way we\'re just people,
Some of us would kill just for 10 dollars,
Money is our master and we are in the collars,
Dare might I say we want nothing to hold,
If it isn\'t something of value like money or gold,
Why is the devil shown has a snake,
Why would evil come in something we hate?,
But believe is what divides greed,
To help someone who needs to feed,
I would never wish Hunger on my enemy,
But once again it\'s part of my identity,