A Bank Full

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life

I'm rich, you see not

not with silly paper of men or plastic rectangle sins

but I'm rich

i'm rich with color

I'm rich of struggle

of disrespect

see that lil paper is nothing compared to my piles of pride those dead men can't compare to my accounts full of pain

that visa can't pay for the countless nights of deprived rest dreams of not having the best

the only thing that's more rich than I

is my pen full of ink

where I write my words not paying for a shrink