-A letter to whoever comes across it- by mos
Where can we find our wealth? Under their carpets Inflation on this goods suck our wallets in the market We're far from our leaders, only see them through imported gadgets Nothing is going on well, i pray about that in the chapel Seems like our economy has tasted the apple From worst to something else, then the crumbling of the castle Leakages were never blocked, and you say you care for your people Offices turn them to god's, doing no good but increased evil Growing in the slums, poverty doesn't make it any peaceful Hunger make brothers beef, while in your hou
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