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Fooled


I've been fooled all my life
Hearing, hun, it will get better
We have beauty in our pockets
And time stuffed into lockets
It only gets better from here
Yet here I kneel, defeated, oppressed
My mind a steam engine, obsessed
All this time I thought I was blessed
But really all I am is stressed
I detest the soothing words
The sweet utterances
That fooled me
Hun it's gotten better
Hun no need to fret
Hun just forgive and forget
Don't you know your manners yet?
I am not a lady
I am not a fool
I'm the victim of oppression
Of fiends with an obsession
Of all things wicked and vain
I am not a lady
I am a woman
I am blessed
Here, on earth, the snakes stand tall
Everything is warped here on the ground
When serpents coil around my neck
Everyone says, hun it will get better
But I'm telling you I am blessed
There is no justice here, no alibi
There are twenty five reasons for me to cry
None for the snakes because snakes are dry
No justice here, I've got no ally
God knows justice
But snakes don't die



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