My is a millionaire

My son is A Millionaire

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Hail the heavens, listen

Hall the Universe here I come My world is not the best

My God-come to my rest

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Son is a Millioniare.

My daughter a Billionaire

Them are waiting for me to die

To Give me a flamboyant Burial

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They would show the world they Care

They would tell the world they miss me

Whereas in real life they don't

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I walk around with torned shoes

I wear weather beaten dresses I Literally beg for a meal

No Money for pain to heal

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To Show Friends, how much they Cared When I die,

They wiIl rebuild this my old house

Where as a life none of them cared To Called to check on me.

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Children! Children!! Children!!! Children Give Parents glamour lives

Don't walt for them to die To Pretend with a flambo burial.