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(My pops got a rare blood disease called aplastic anemia that almost killed him.  He was basically supposed to die. He couldn't move. It was crippling.  Meanwhile, he couldn't run the family business during the time he was ill.  The old bank that he had done business with over the years decided to call up on one of the loans. The factory was closed just like that.) It took 56 years just to make the family business grow One bad year and it's all motherfucking gone Father's sick the bank just called up They want there money back so you gots to pay up Now there closing down the doors Workers on the streets Next thing you know my pops is chapter 13 Father's sick his bloods been ripped up They want their money back so he's going bankrupt B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y We're going bankrupt We're going bankrupt B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y We're going bankrupt We're going bankrupt Fly away to the moon We're going to fly away to the moon We're going to fly away to the moon We're going to fly away to the moon It took 56 years just to make the family business grow One bad year and it's all motherfucking gone Father's sick the bank just called up They want there money back so you gots to pay up B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y We're going bankrupt We're going bankrupt B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y We're going bankrupt We're going bankrupt