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Aug 2018
I need money
And all its tummy
I need to be fed
but it's running
And I'm broke instead
And I'm broke
Again
I've lost my cents
And due is rent
All I've worked
Is spent
I've prayed for help
But my God can't
I need money
More than him
Because on earth here
I owe men
My itchy hands
And devious plans
Fight for ways
To get my ends
I need money
To survive plan B
I just wish it had
The need for me
JaxSpade
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