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Ah, the ol' switch-a-roo! I see that your bag of privileged tricks is extensive. I immediately feel compelled to stop calling you out on your bullshit and start defending myself. How silly of me; it is wrong for me to do so when, clearly, YOU are the one who suffers from war. It must be awful to pay for things you don't support through taxes and to be subjected to the incessant whining of veterans. How do you do it?
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Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest.
-Breathin, Tupac.
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