No land

White fences, no land just bury me in sand.

Cover up the poverty that has stricken my adobe,

Increase the dividends that I lack, admire to hold.

Grant me the estate the state keeps hidden, forbidden to my kind.

Blind us and latch us down only to be left behind.

Fraud our minds, with bibles and tolls,

When we open our eyes who has all the gold?

Not I! I live in the sand, no mans land.

Every penny is extorted, hoarded to another mans hand.

Picketed fences has double the price, obviously not one educating us on real estate, right?

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