It's easy to sit there and think you got it the worse.
The whole world is against you and you've been cursed.
Because, you had a bad day or even week or two.
Who's to say that someone else hasn't had it even worse than you.
Your parents tried all they could but still they poor.
That they tried all they could to keep you from walking out that door.
But you vowed to be nothing like them, you wanted more.
You'd either sell that work or get a team of whores.
People swear that once they get rich things will be all better.
No matter how much money you have you can't change the weather.
Like anything else it's just a means to an ends.
You can only drive one at a time, the Lex coupe, Beamer or the Benz.
Still you convince yourself that the reward is worth all the risk.
When you look down to see a wad of money in your fist.
Before handing it over to the angry man with the night stick.
As he ushers you into a cell where a cot and toilet can barely fit.
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