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REALIONAIRE

Pedal to the medal
i call a rose gold
metal sharpens me metal
a rud olp's red bold.
Just a stone throw away
a smell of greatness
Light the dark on the way-
a shine that shy's the sun rays.
The making of a realionaire
head-strong by falling bricks
the glorious stories we tale
how we survive no be beans
-my brother na trick!
Written by gifteth (AliboTerna)
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