poverty inspires me

January 6, 2020

I was raised in poverty.

I've seen so much a child shouldn't have seen.

But I still had hopes of winning the lottery.

My city is so great it has a giant bean.

People go take photos, it has a lot of photography.

But doesn't have enough food to keep the streets clean.

That's why it is so much death and robbery.

I'll rather be vibing in a limousine.

Than living improperly.

I want to live my dream.

I want to be successful and own my own property.

What inspires me is what I have to redeem.

I must redeem my richest from that slavery mockery.

I want to eat a cake with whip cream.

ooo my mouth is getting watery.

I'm so close I see the light beam.

I'm working hard to beat poverty.

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