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FRENEMIES


At the bottom is where it began with the Lord
I already win
Many people talking about me
Tried to stop, block and even mock me
Yeah I came from the gutter 
No place to call home 
Went to bed hungry I even beg
prayed instead
No one cared are even shared
My family and friends became my frenemies
Pass and stare and act like I wasn't there
But I don't care 
They never thought I make it to the top 
And they'll be look at me 
From the bottom while I stand on top
No matter what they do
Are say 
God got me 
I made it through
Now they act like they love me 
So they say 
But hey just cause they treated me that way 
I can't hate them
I'll wave, say hi and stay away
And pray for my frenemies each day 

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