While I was growing up, my mum used to say Be a good boy you'll go to school and come out with a good grade, and I did that, It worked for me. I came out with FirstClass, my mum was happy so proud of me, and after that I started looking for job, it took me six months, one year, I ain't got no job, and I had good grade, I saw my friend the next year, he's got a car and a house, and i asked him How did you do it ? He said I did it on the Street He never went to school He's not Educated and he's got all that he wanted, he's living good. And I was wondering what have I done wrong being a good boyand I realized that Hey Education is not really all you need some street practical to do what you need to do to be a successThat doesn't mean that I'll just be a street boy hooligan No, You need to pay your Deus...
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