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Ghetto Children

 God made you

He made you rich

Even though the world

Thinks you're unfortunate

Talents you were given to make something

Out of nothing.

Children of the

Hood have the goods

Innate abilities

Literally to be

Destined for the

Real success and in

Everything we do God gets the glory

Never self because God gave us this wealth!

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