Getting Out., by Tyler Cedric Golden Subscribe to rss feed for Tyler Cedric Golden

We are in a recession,
Which in the final result could be a depression,
We all know it; it is now time for a confession,
 and for us to start making a progession,
It will work out best, if all of us are "flexin,"
 and that none of us are "messin,"
For if we want to make it out of this problem, and in the
end succeed,
Together we all need to figure out a plan and then do the
deed.
Posted: 2009-03-18 02:52:27 UTC

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