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Ain’t about reward but about the sweat
Broken backs are normal
Oh but no regrets
Workin’ hard can’t make it
Despite what you get
Expect it handed to you
Pure profit and debt.

It’s printed on the money man
But that’s a fuckin’ lie
In me I trust
Integrity
I’m not the enemy
You miserable fuck
Still you try placing blame
On a string of bad luck.

Do you want a piece of me?
For short term money?!
It’s the principle this time…
No more words please.

It’s printed on the money man
But that’s a fuckin’ lie
In me I trust
Integrity
I’m not the enemy
You miserable fuck
Still you try placing blame
On a string of bad luck.

Death isn’t all that bad
For those that have never known.
Those, those that are at the threshold
Your wrongs are always shown.
What’s next? Terror is the plan
To keep you fucks in your place.
But why, why is there no one left to save you
When you’re all getting beat in, the face?

This is all you want for
This is all you need
Life has sent you back again
Can you sense the things you breed?
I will put your mind away
Blame is all you need
Shame can be your exit
that will only make you bleed.

I will break you down
Sever the ties that bind
Notions become too real
Your skin begins to peel.
Begins…
To peel.

Suffer now your sentence
You’re night it grips the black.
Nothing can help you now
Or bring your weak ass back.
Surely I pose the question
As your life is at its end;
Was it your acts or works?
My opinion never worked my friend.

I will break you down
Sever the ties that bind
Notions become too real
Your skin begins to peel.
Ain’t about reward
But about the sweat
Notions become too real
Your skin,
Skin begins to peel.

It’s printed on the money man
But that’s a fuckin’ lie
In me I trust
Integrity
I’m not the enemy
You miserable fuck
Still you try placing blame
On a string of bad luck.

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