Once upon a time, everything I thought of Somehow seemed to rhyme The wise were always old And the young were always showed But very early on, I was spun a different hand Tried to get along, just by knowin right from wrong
The best offer is a helping hand Everyone needs the promised land And whether you're young or old Never ever let yourself get put on hold
I would sit on grandps's knee..just to wear his hat And listen to the tales From his world of make believe.. As the child comes of age, leave him alone To turn the page
Luck is the spine..a broken promise of another's mind Straight goods really are what money cannot buy Choose your side, and walk with pride There's no reward for suicide...
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