Finding yourself taught by the uneducated leaves questions they can't answer,
Electric insecurity poisons my aura when I've lost control,
My lack of respect haunts my good manners even though I couldn't give a fuck who you are,
Karma repays my debts with a piggy bank containing loose currency,
Having ambitions can lose enemy's disguised as friend's in outfits similar to yours,
They say the people in your life play a part in who you are even though I question who are you?
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