Harder

Yea we're going through times where there's no jobs and there's a riot that you can get rob but we're praising God for our odds so I didn't need any pod so they're people that lie to be praise as that's how they want a raise.

We're trying to survive and to stay alive as to recent to die but we can't be shy for our dreams even if it's not what it seems so we need to stop being mean if we want the green dollars or to have a scholar where everyone can hollar.

My people are hurt and they can't afford a shirt or there's no work in the dirt and they can't afford to flirt but my brother's need to act like they don't have on a skirt or to be a jerk tours their wives when they're taking care of your merchandise.

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