Use to dream of being rich
Now I’m drowning in cold sweats
From nightmares of being
Out on the cold streets
I can't sleep
Or maybe I can
And God just haven’t gave me permission to
That’s what I feel compelled
To keep thanking you
Cause I don't know exactly what I need
But I know that I’m in need of something
And I'm always in want but But
I don't deserve anything
But who really does
So I guess I’m in good company
Cause CEO's and hoes
Work for the same company
A neutral dollar bill
Now an accessory to murder
Killed a dreamer
and turned him to A chump change junky
No matter if you in a suit
Or ripped jeans begging for lose change
If you ain't doing what you love
Then you must change
You was innocent back then
Just doing it for the fun of it
But right now really it's pointless
And we all guilty so please remain Point less
Because if we cast stones
then i guess we all
Will be victims of hard times
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