It was cold in 1414,
Having nothing nothing,
Thinking of home sweet home,
My heart feeling alone alone,
Going to nowhere nowhere,
Running from Marvin Powell,
He was so scary scary,
Heart burning fire fire,
Running to 2013,
Hoping for dwelling dwelling,
But it turns to selling selling,
Of my own money,
Then GOD came and came,
Paving my way my way,
Happy to stay to stay,
Am glad I prayed and prayed.
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