Psalm of Mine
To all of you that give me praise
I think you all deserve a raise
But as I can’t grease your palms
I will be happy with your psalms
Songs are how I grew up
The Psalm is just as much
As it teaches us to appreciate
Sometimes things we all hate
One thing we all must do
Is thank our families to
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, dead or living and then some others
As without each other we can’t survive
To sing our songs up to the skies
DAMO
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