discrimmination
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El Chupacabra feeds off of goats,
They rely on the blood from their throats.
But soon all the goats will be gone
And they will have nothing to feed their spawn.
They go out and search under the moonlight,
it’s 2017
the closet doesn’t have a door
there’s still monsters inside
amongst binders and gender-neutral clothes
if you’re a millennial
Land of gold
A workers paradise
That's what we stood for
Working hard with all our might
People from all over the precious globe
Trying to start a new
They knew it would not be easy
Everyday is a living day
As i see people come and go by
For some people is tragedy
For some others is heaven
Twenty-two seven,
Wandering in the streets
Writing my life on these sheets
