I promise ou I will not preach
But you'll fogrive me if I teach
So I won't waste our precious time
Deciding where to draw the line
We all have a family tree
So blame your ancestors, not me
If my hair is red or frizzy
I like sports, heights make me dizzy
You can't build egos on soft sand
Be positive and love both hands
I'm poor. but ancestors were kings
My parents were poor - I've got bling!
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