Being poor, Has become a certainty for me, I have rejected my dad's money To go off on my own And how do I survive it? I can survive because I'd **** and eat your family's Precious little dog Before I'd let myself starve
i told you i could write something for you, and you didn't believe me, so when i showed you my fancy script, the dotted i's and crossed t's, you looked at me like i was crazy to have named a poem after you, and well, maybe, i am