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Money can't be my motive
Locks up my train's locomotive
One track mind
Without a lot of time
To me that's not fine
But i fail with a dead line
Makes me not even wanna do the shit
Like they said im made for it
But i gotta pay for it...
 never mind
I'm not trying
 to appeal to you that's what the unreal do
My therapist said be real to you
At the expense that they May not feel you
Letting people read my work and they don't get it
The hammer on the nails head they just don't hit it
Maybe I should accept the fact that they just not wit it