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I just want to apologize to the less fortunate

I used to laugh and didn't know what the horror is

Money just anomaly dont want to live poverty

So this is my first class apology

Kendle said how I am suppose to love these people

Dub equal flee the scene to be so peaceful

They should plead at my feet make em clean

What in them do people see? I ain't being mean

Im just being me in the medians they have stampedes

So police can't leave this heap for the weak

They hard to understand beards over mouths when they speak

Clothes looks like death killed the sheep

Health needs help but all out of reach

Drowsy got nowhere to sleep

The stench of there breath totally reeks

I wanted them dead at the beach

And drown em in bleach

Have no blood on the leaves no evidence please

Leaving the scene theres nothing to see

Long story short he hated the poor

It was his upbringing the way he was born

Love wasn't the norm never before

Hate was a contest the only thing loved was the reward

He thought hed be rich forever he was poorly informed

Everything changed when he walked through that project door

Can't beat em join em welcome door mat on the floor read

Turns out they just like him

In both ears advice went

They the nicest and appear so lifeless

Dollars vice griped

For the darkest and the whitest

They fighting for the lives

Outside of enterprises

He thought he lost it all

False alarms goes on and off

Touchy subject but they welcomed him with arms

Split his life in half

Like meal times during Ramadan

The rich look like comicon

The same people he dropping knowledge on

The poor are saints

With the economics wrong

They taught him the morals

The rich told him not to weather the storm

But to prepare for the calm

His dad rained on that parade

New friends make the past evaporate

Future look like mattenay

Hes dead to him but never past away

His task today is not to look like castaway

All his accolades they congratulate

So he can gradually graduate

To being great

And ascertain the active goat debate

You already know what role he supposed to play

Now its never about the money

So his pocket change turned into the golden age

He was never gone with the wind he was just blown away

So he goes on to say