Forget the hood shit,
I want the goodness,
I want to travel, doing the finer things,
I want to use my talents as a an asset,
I asked a rich man for the keys to success,
He said be stubborn, greedy, and heartless,
Well if you know me these things I can't be,
Like Mother Teresa, I am fated to humility and proverty,
But I want to be a millionaire so bad,
Made if I quit serving my country and started serving dime bags,
I can have the things I could only wish to have,
But I don't want to go to jail,
because the tear drop mean someone got your tail,
Maybe if I start speaking ruthless,
Calling women out they name,
Sit on my ass with a million excuses,
Then would the wheel of success would have movement,
Maybe or not but I would gain one thing,
And this is so numbing, I can't feel a thing,
Got me pouring water on dirt ready to mudsling,
But forget it, rather be paupper than a king,
©dexxtoby
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