Hard work for another to enjoy
When i die if my work is found people will say a genius wrote this.
Now he is gone and him we will miss.
Biggie said ''your nobody till some body kills you."
I do believe this is so true.
You do all the hard work then you die.
Your work gets found and someone else gets all the money you should have got, no lie.
While alive all you did was struggle and stride.
A poor person you lived and a poor person you died.
Endless bills your name is always being brought up about your debt.
Poems that you wrote you kept.
Now after you died people are studing your work,and call you a legend,with a big oh well.
They are too busy spending your money rather then being concerned if you went to heaven or hell.
You think the sky is the limit till you can't get pass the ceiling,when you do you get hit by the fan and get flung across the room.
If it was up to me people that live in poverty would switch every week with the ones that was born with a silver spoon.
A man or women shouldn't be in poverty their whole life.
If you are to scared to complain, then they will always think everything is all right.
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