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Jan 2013
The Sweet life....
You never shed a tear.
not even when your father died
the only water to touch your face
was from the crystal blue ocean
that you swam in everymorning...
billion dollar collar
making calls to CEO's
playing golf on Thursday mornings.
driving cars like UFO's
Not a care for the world
living in paridise
No affection for a soul
snake eyes on the dice
taking from the poor
and giving to yourself
calling women ******
and glorify yourself
Never shed a tear
don't care about the world......

never fall a tier
in your own little world...
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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