I came from humble beginnings
I know what it's like to be paying in stamps
My kicks came straight from the cobbler
My old clothes my new clothes they straight from the tailor
Made in China my designer.
Looking back to my roots It was hard growing up
Constantly reminded that the route to happiness,
Was stemming out the root of evil
Money don't grow on trees they preach
so hopeful that the seeds they plant
Will grow fruitful of hard work & sweat
The effort makes it grow, the sweat makes it sweet
sacrifices will make it last forever
These are the teachings of the struggle.
Now watch it get blown by heritance
As Silver spoons become plastic,
Decades exchanged for a moment
Like pirates they bury their values
Paid more attention to spending than saving
Pockets deep as the owner's grave but
No longer sacrificing to gain
instead what was gained is sacrificed, to gain the sacrifices.
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