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I'll make ends meet until the day i die,
i'm not dying so i do, there is no try,
at least if my education isn't rising,
the money in my wallet is never surprising,
still i'd give it all away for that one special girl,
where ever she is, i'm searching around in the pearls,
almost 2 years later, i'm much more a man than ever before,
i understand the pain when you put your foot through her door,
and he closes it, not caring how much is lost,
at first i soberly stumbled, now intoxicated no matter the cost,
opened up my ears, now i listen to how friends and money talk,
glad i've stayed and fought all the pain in New York,
girls i've mistakenly loved startin to grow in tally,
if only my Pops knew how close i was to Cali,
hope one day i realize with nothing but a smile,
that whats in between her thighs will eventually place you on trial.