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Immigrant
Even with all the beauty the world offers me,
I look at my dirt stained hands and see nothing.
Compared to the billboard visions of MTV success,
I am barley a dot on the radar.
To my name I have no creations,
no skill,
no talent,
no luck.
I am not famous,
I have no cameras fallowing me home OR love struck fans
I do not have millions of dollars, if even a dollar,
I am common, so there for unimportant.
All that I have,
I have deligently worked for,
the sweat, the pain, the blood,
that has gone into a complex whirlwind of a story
called: my life.
Had I been born into riches,
I ponder the result of my life.
Had I been born into the dream they call; AMERICA
would my life be different?
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Last edited by lil Flow; 01-02-2007 at 03:34 AM.
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