| When I’m near to you I’m nearly poor and that’s new to me
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| You built me up, then you brought me down secretly
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| I was for you body and soul, now I’m trapped in a deep hold
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| Kool-Aid, I drank the Kool-Aid
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| You said the poor were closing in and I had to leave
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| The war on them was a righteous thing and I believed
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| With my gun, I took a stand against black, brown, yellow, and tan
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| Kool-Aid, I drank your Kool-Aid
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| But the day came when I found my little job was gone
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| Now how 'm I supposed to tell my little wife at home
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| Because she thinks that you will make everything all right
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| But she’s over there asleep and I’m smoking menthol cigarettes all night
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| Kool-Aid all around my brain
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| What shall I do? |
| Help me, please, 'cause I can’t change
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| I have no hope, I could be wrong
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| But all I got is just about gone
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| Kool-Aid, I drank you Kool-Aid
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| Kool-Aid, all your cool Kool-Aid
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| I really did |