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All my soul does is weep
after I pray the Lord it
should keep
Broken down and alone
to many variables
unknown
Single mother;unemployed
and broke
This aint forreal;this has to be a joke
I have yall back
while
mine is scratched up and bruised
"Patience is a Virtue"
I can't wait to get what im due
I use to be that kid with all them dreams
Nothing is ever as it seems
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