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Yes im from the guttered of the gutter Does that mean i deserve bread, no butter Just because i started off low classs Doesnt mean i wont one day toast to success with a high quality glass See i have goals to be published And im tired of an empty wish Tryna survive washin a dirty dish See i have dreams to see things Travel the world I mean write songs sweet enough That only birds will sing And just because I wasnt raised in it One day i will be living large Cuz i know i was made for this All the time in the gutter spent Gave me the courage to neve give up, Never stop striving I will never be content
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