Like a book with a printing error

Words bleed together then fade out

Decades of edits and rewrites

Only took a few pages to fuck up

And there’s no one to blame

Like a tree on the bank of a river

Widened from rising waters

Generations of roots can’t resist

The endless torrent of the muddy current

With no witness to bear

Like a child born into destitution

Inheriting debt upon conception

The only haven from financial seizurе

Was the womb for the baby to grow in

And her daughtеr will face the same

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And her daughter will face the same

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The dunes of urban desserts

With no refuge from the sun

And her father had faced the same

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And his father had faced the same

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Beating back the vultures

Picking at their abdomen

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And her daughter will face the same

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And her daughter will face the same

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Keys of liberation blocked

By paywalls, balkanized

And her father had faced the same

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And his father had faced the same

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Poverty cycles as sure as

Burning suns will rise

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