they say money don't grow on trees why do they call it paper tell me please the people on the streets begging and pleading the plea just be honest work hard love is the key I know ,its hard to stay focusef I picked path n chose it shits beneath me i own it i have u everate crow when none noticed seem everyday I' met my lowest momenteasy comes and eazy goes it my hearts gone coldlj coldest heart numb tofrozen cant feel the coldness keep going no cant even stop n and mell the roses invest t in myself im a furocious poet i stick wit it devoted yea fouçqr i hte sneaky. hidy hidey if u havenb