In my past life
I was a rich man
With many dollars
On the dot i ruled the land
And my rich wives
They run the gamut
Plump and pretty
Velvet city in my hand
They say wealth can break a man but so can poverty and so can we
So tell me how many lives must i walk through to
Tell me how much money can a man pursue to
Love anyone that he belongs to
Hold with content with what he has to
Writer(s): Jhameel Sam Kim
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