Relative Something

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it’s not like I can’t hear you
when you spout into my ear
barely hiding what you fear
wondering where your world went
the one you think you knew
now you’re so distressed
why can’t things still just be
the way they were back when
your forefathers set the stage
for you to never have a clue
to diss most of the human race
that life of bliss
for you

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