Life of a immigrant
sometimes i cant think
stress is just too thick
illusions of blown rich
but not even have license
walk everywhere i go
follow a lonely road
impossible i cant not grow
until the reforms born
till then i still vent
not even a steel fence
wont stop ill jump ten
ferraris & gold Benz
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