They want to know
What makes me flow
When ever any work of mine is shown
Their mind is blown
I call them haters
One of them a hater
They know my life is better
And I cause them to wonder
Why nature is called a Mother
To work hard they don't even bother
All they wanna do is Murder
Other people's Dreams
But I tell them jealousy kills
They can do all they may or will
But all I still do is win
When I take my time to prepare a meal
I let them see
That this food is meant for me to sit and eat
Because everything I have I've worked for it
In all things I do thank God
For Him alone arranges my Thought
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