Finding
I feel like theirs more to life
Than just girls, money , sex , and drug
I'm just trying find happiness
So I stand telling people
how my life wasn't always easy
Struggling each and everyday
God your my only witness
How grandpa died when I was seven
The doctors said it was over a illness
I didn't wanna cry at the funeral
So I was looking kind of vicious
Money isn't everything in the world
But God I hope one day you set a road to riches
Seeing my mom struggle for a lot of things
Than I started feeling so ambitious
I hope that last meal in the future that I taste
It's delicious like the first
By, Ramadhan Ramadhan
- Author: dontana ( Offline)
- Published: February 23rd, 2016 17:58
- Category: Unclassified
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