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The Truth Is
You’re from brick houses and perfect happiness
I’m from trailer houses and fallen tears.
You’re the one that’s daddy’s lil girl
I’m the one wishing to have known mine.
There you stand polished and sour
Yet here I stand ragged and sweet.
You think it’s about the boys and money
I know it’s only about family and love.
You’ve met Jay-Z an even Brittany
I’ve met friends for life and maybe more.
You’re rested and perfect
I’m exhausted and don’t care for others opinions.
You have that high dollar touch
I have that dollar store flip.
You just take this life for granted
I cherish each and every moment.
You’re reading this thinking ‘What nonsense.’
I’m writing this hoping to get a chance.