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Hard Life


Life's hard right can't nobody debate that but I live the lifestyle that I can't do nothing but hate that Easy living where's it at cause you don't see it in the news they only flash pictures and video clips of little kids in need of food or maybe puppies in a shelter that just need some cents to help them But what's cents without sense and ask for change back without change think about how the news rarely ever blasts positive they like to talk about how they can take money from you like you just a dummy Think about it all the time but 10 cent won't make a difference cause you out there with your cameras in they faces looking pitiful and tell me that my cash will bring the miracle as if you flashing off yourself as something unrealistic because half of the ones who live through that struggle fight hard to keep on living Who's wrong please tell me the truth because I don't have to fake emotions on a camera for a paycheck and every time I see one of the commercials I ain't get paid yet as if I'm gonna call up say I'll donate the money I will never let them take that from me please just understand I'm not going on a rant but I'll start giving when I'm stacking dough all in my hands I'll give directly to the homeless with directions to get some help I'll fly straight out to Africa no cameras just lots of wealth pull off a mansa musa and give out till there's nothing's left I'll open up my mouth after giving my very last and say that I wish someone was like that for me Back when I ain't have nothing I will Always be that dude with no need for flashing or stunting cause any guy like that just itching to prove something I got nothing to prove I'm just working on me education then the money stray away from the streets and yet I stay warm cause they steady bringing heat but nobody can handle the trenches like me This is why I gotta be a success because too many lives depend on me being the best until I am the greatest man I can't let nothing faze me cause Change is still gonna come I'm sorry its taking so long but one day positivity gonna sprinkle on this world by way of God and as he doing his job as the holy father I'll be totally satisfied that at that point I played my part
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