When the pain is painful,
The gain is gainful
To the hypocrite
When I die here, my house
Has to be hurried with me
When I die here, my money
Has to be laid beside me
But when I die at home
I will write a will to my siblings
Because
I have lost all the world games
I have lost all my wealth the world gave me
I will burry me again in the future
I will be rich and loving
No man knows the spirits I carry though
The world knocked me out,
I will praise my pain
And never let anything control me
Accept my own love.
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