Money come money go
Follow the rhythm go with the flow
High school come mindsets change
Don’t you find that kinda strange?
Every day we make new friends
Perfect start, but there’s the end
To get to the top, it’s ‘bout respect
If you don’t give that then what you expect?
As day play its role, bullets fly
Yellow tape, families cry
We have million dollar players 
Why can’t we have a single dollar prayer
Innocent people having cancer
But we question God ‘cause we know he has the answer
People drink and smoke to heal the pain
It’s like asking the sun to bring no rain 
We are all unchained slaves
Beaten ‘til bare bones but we have to be brave
We try and expect the best but at times get the worst
Poor kids hungry and dying of thirst

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