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My Only Shot at Success


As a child, Mind always wondering Who am I, Who am I gonna be Be happy Or make money Be a doctor, Be a teacher, Be a lawyer Or be me, Be an interior designer Making houses, Homes Just because My parents Didn’t complete their Dreams Didn’t mean I couldn’t. Be the first To follow through Live the life I have Always Wanted. Money always An issue Doing the best They Could. Making me Want to do Better Doing all I can To making my Dream come true Not be a failure In their eyes.
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