High Class., by 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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