They all do
They like to keep me busy with children or parents
Away from this or that
Occupied with their businesses
I become special to them
I don’t require anything
And that becomes their ultimate downfall
They let me sing, in hopes that it is only for them
They hold me in place when they realize they fucked up and should have let me be free they lose it and beat me or cheat on me or get me in trouble with law
America, so beautiful. I call it the Brittney Effect
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