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Materialstic things portray valuables and possessions I went from rags to riches And learned life's lessons Get rich or die trying, some said But that's not factual to me Got money but want to be dead
Dear Mama, the beauty of your soul is wonderment to my wondering self. When I was tender, I fall from walks. I stumbled in sickness and I cried, but you came around and said; "my child, my child! Don't cry, don't cry!
Everything nice comes at a price So that’s why always gamble with dice hoping to rise Poverty holding us back ….suffocating us…. air tight Every single force we mobilise in pursuit of emancipation
It doesn't pay to be nice People take advantagae You pay the price Weakness There can't be any Strengths there must be many It is a cold world Goons at every corner
When was the day that I felt the heat? Was I lifeguarding on Jackson street? Was I pouring salt on a customers fries? Was I organizing silk sewn ties? Did i ring up that DVD correctly?
Women are faced with a societal burden.
What would be the price of a life? How would one measure the price of a life? Would it be based on the physical condition and the person's appearance? Or on their personality?
The tree grew sideways A bush fluffed out emerald green and rich brown Flowers stemmed beneath them and grass grew unrestrained. Rich fragrance and vibrant nature should have filled his senses.