When sons are born
Fathers are made
Kings are crowned
Gods are raised,
I regret nothing that I do
I'm not searching for deliverance
What's the point of living rich
just to die from ignorance
Come on use your common sense
But common sense ain't all that common
Steady searching for solutions
but we just adding to our problems
Everyday I go for broke
there's no money in my pockets
Bank account is full of hope









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