Wondering.....

Wondering when life will move in a foward direction. Gray clouds so the air is full of depression. This world is mind-booggling. Call it inception. I look in the mirror and see a millionaire reflection. I'm tryna keep my head up throught it all. I got a sweet tooth so i'm climbing up the walls. Light-footed. I was born to ball. They said my dreams are what the nkaed cant see. Read about me in the magazines. Now you see what i see. Selling out shows till theres nothing else to see. Young with ambition. Thats how im suppose to be...

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