dear money,
i've been searching for you,
to give me some honey,
that's why i need you,
i miss the feel of you in my pockets,
the proudness you make me feel,
the swelling sensation in my pockets,
makes me know that life is very real,
i swear i wasn't sleeping,
tis just a momentary lapse,
i know i'll get you with something,
even when the world see me and laugh,
fame and fortune are hiding,
and am tired of trying,
so money please come out of hiding,
and make my trying worth the making.
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