One day
I've always told myself...
maybe one day, things will change,
now things have changed
i dont have to cry at a young age because im hungry
now im making money,
before i used to get beat up
i would never fight it and i would always stay quiet
i kept to myself and it killed me inside
now i think of what happened back then, and i cant help but cry
as i grew older in Chiraq's warzones i was destined to die
but god gave me a chance to provide
and now im destined to survive...
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