I gave him a hand
And lifted him from the gutter
He pushed me back into there
And said in the filth you looked better
I helped him to be a man
Of wealth and silently went away
He refused to recognize me
When I was going through bad days
You think good for him
But he won't a single opportunity miss
To stop you from flourishing
I said to God your world was not like this
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