Money burns the pocket, pocket hurts.
Over time you can only pray for change.
Remember, one man’s trash
is another man’s treasure.
A few steps ahead, your life awaits
Holding you back is knowledge
Knowing that you must fight for what you believe.
As time passes, you grow.
Learn to depend on yourself, not others
You continue to run through life
As if there are no limits
Remember, it burns the pocket, pocket hurts.
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