Hook 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 cla** 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 d**h k**ed 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