Rich man,
Rich man is all lyeing,
I thank God that Iam free again,
Someone said that they are better,
Rich man said that he was poor,
Had no job,
But in reality on some investigation,
Rich man refused to give me his number,
Saying that they change it all the time,
Rich man is from Europe,
Saying that Africa hast hopes,
Not the other side,
But Iam wondering that he never thought I knew him.
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Rich men sat in caves with meat and women while the hunters hunted. NOTHINGS CHANGED