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wild times

broke as shit…my financial status about to make me flip..down a jaga,,go on a wild trip…..hit the rollette …4 out of 4 neva to regret .on my way home as the thickness of my wallet has grown…think ill make it now,luck on my side,rainman the one whom made me more wise,thank you for the riches,thank you for keeping it within the triple digits ……..let it rain….let it fall as money keeps us walking tall….we are free,,,we can now see…face it without fear..face it with no regret wich always ends with a tear…

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