High Class., by Tyler Cedric Golden Subscribe to rss feed for Tyler Cedric Golden

I'm not what you try to make me, I'm low to the Earth,
I stay close to where I come from, the place of my birth,
I know you want me to be more known and fancy,
But I am proud and mainly,
To continue what I am doing and did in my past,
Sorry I'm not the way you want me to be, sorry I am not in a
manner of high class.
Posted: 2009-03-17 01:53:59 UTC

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