poor to rich
when i was poor the pain came back more&more
i had a teenager boy that i fell in love with..
but when i was with you i changed i anger leval up to 2. you made me feel good under
neath the hood you had.when i was in your arms it made me feel safer than papper..
i made my promise to you so thats what im gonna do. and that promise was: i will be poor
to rich just for you.
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