I used to sing
Sing to forget the pain
because singing made me happy
One day I stopped
Singing was annoying people
I used to cook
Cook to forget sorrow
because cooking eliminated the bad flavors in my life
One day I stopped
Cooking was not paying my bills
I began to work
I work hard, I work long hours
It gave me recognition
It gave me friends
It gave me money
It gave me happiness
I do not have any guilt
I played the cards I was dealt
I will not take the money to my grave
To say no now is not brave
I will buy that house
I will pay for those diamonds
Stop me if you can
For I am about to rise
Karma will take it all away
And I will be back
Singing, Cooking and Making Money
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