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By: Quay Dollar $

I wanna be a yung Black rich man like Akon...
Not die for bein a colored person wit a hoodie like Trayvon.
A lot of things people do, they don't mean it
But understand everything happen for a reason
Stop judgin the book by its cover
Looks are deceiving
Make a mess I am going to help you clean it.
Gentlemen style, freedom haven't seen in a while
Put on my suit and tie take a look at me now
Girls lookin like look at Quay, he amazing
Dark hair cut, 360 waves in it.
Can't change me, this who I am, my life ain't got no remote
Happy my mother still here, after them two strokes
Enjoy life, where i am at, it ain't even fair
Rikers Island gettin paid for me bein here.
Do wat chu want, don't let nobody control you
That will open a door, you tryna go through.

Truth be told...


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