Poverty And Property Poem by Aston Marley
Poverty And Property
It's asaying that all fingers are not equal, and it's crystal clear to humanity that poverty begat insanity.
It's not a crime to be poor and needy, but life becomes terrible when there's no food on the table.
Living in this sin city is like a deadly curse from the ancestors, no one pay attention to spirituality anymore; we are all in the rat race to nowhere.
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