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Surf the stars Travel far Lost luxury cars rolls royce taste Pearl's wear they lay Compliment a millionaire's smile Fur coats
For so many years I was a boy Content to play But alas when I got my first job Suddenly I had bills to pay First there was the rent Packed in an ancient Boston apartment it was much too high
Love;
Moon-kissed windows, projecting the oblivious melancholic sight of those who shine bright, and time-blessed gravity defyers dancing to a rhythm of lust, like blooming roses in the sun.  
Sosa love making money  Same way bees love honey Can't take it from me  You gone make me extra hungry  In my stomach it grumbles  Can't get caught lacking  This not football, no fumbles 
What comes around the cycle repeats around itself,    Escalation of time preceded by the focus of oneself,    Enough it has, enough it was, and enough it'll never be.      Why though ?   
America, The Beautiful? Home of the enslaved, Where those who are brave, Are said to have no brain, Where freedom of speech is limited,
Land of the Free, People sprout in the streets. But what I see, Is injustice everywhere.   The news channels are warped, As they are racists and selective. They play what they want,
From January to February I hit a new low in life Everything was bothering me All I thought about was the cold blade of a knife   From March to May
I drink, I drone, My future unknown. Coffee helps with the moan, And early morning foam. To college I’ve shown, Myself a new home, Though to graduate alone, Brings itself a sad tone.
Here I sit, My first job... Application on the table next to me. I fill it out, Not sure what hours I want to work, Or what date I'll be available, Or even if I'll get an interview.
All you need is love, But love for what? Is it a love for money? For power? For food? For another person? But none of these will help you survive   All you need is food.
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