Life of a immigrant

sometimes i cant think

stress is just too thick

illusions of blown rich

but not even have license

walk everywhere i go

follow a lonely road

impossible i cant not grow

until the reforms born

till then i still vent

not even a steel fence

wont stop ill jump ten

ferraris & gold Benz



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