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FALLING THROUGH THE CRACKS
DAVE THE POET

Hell’s gates, Are open wide
Can’t find, A safe place to hide
Demons, Sit on golden thrones
Got the rest of us, In a strangle hold
Work real hard
Try to save
Toil, To become a corporate slave
They’ll make money
Rob you blind
Left, On the unemployment line
Wonder, How I’ll pay the rent
No food on the table
Or money to spend
Kids in school
It can’t be true
Falling through the cracks
Just to fit through
Sold, Everything I had inside
The New World Order
Where the strong survive