I Believe
I succeed
I rise
I fly with the birds
I swim with the fishes
I hustle with the devil
I live with God
My back is scarred
My hands are hurt
My feet are ice
My sweat is money
Green is me
But far from it
I like girls that play at night
I like mothers that feel me
I meet your whole family
And make them believe
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