I've been thinking with greatness,
Once you come back in reality your lonely,
Poverty is another name of shortness,
We have everything except the money,
People trying laughing at your clothes,
You wanna cry but you cant,
So you give them the smile of the moths,
But God says work hard and don't say the word 'don't',
What if i wont make it in life,
I wanna make my mama proud,
But life is sharp as the knife,
Am trying to talk but the music is too loud,
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