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Jan 4
I can't believe how billionaires are made!
You would of thought working was a case
But as you open up your wallet you see the bloodlines are obtained.
-here is secret
It's only paper until the sweat runs down your brow and the rent has to be paid yet He's only Jesus when you are poor and can't give up that thing you been wrestling with and come to find out
Your more richer then a Boy who sleeps with a boy on the weekend just keep his real estate!
She's only your wife because of the price of fame
I believe it's a illusion because just look how a homeless man comes back to the sammmmeeeeeeeee CORNER AND YOU SAW HIM AND NOT ONCE THINK ...


He's more peaceful then me as I play this current money game they call J.O.B.
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TREASUREI
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