All of this line across my face are telling you stories of who I
am,,, so many stories of where I have been and how I got to where I am.
The smile that's on my mouth it’s hiding
the words that can’t come out.
My friends think that I am blessed; they don't know my head is a
mess,
They don't know who am really am and
They don't know what I have been through like you do...
I chose this path for a reason.
Because even when am flat broke, you make me feel like a million
bucks.
All of this stories wouldn’t mean anything
if I had no one to tell them to
I was made for you, you, you, you, you,
you and you
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