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Yes im from the guttered of the gutter
Does that mean i deserve bread, no butter
Just because i started off low classs
Doesnt mean i wont one day toast to success
with a high quality glass
See i have goals to be published
And im tired of an empty wish
Tryna survive washin a dirty dish
See i have dreams to see things
Travel the world
I mean write songs sweet enough
That only birds will sing
And just because I wasnt raised in it
One day i will be living large
Cuz i know i was made for this
All the time in the gutter spent
Gave me the courage to neve give up,
Never stop striving
I will never be content

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