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I don't know what I did with
My cheap plastic buddha, I left it
In my closet, & it burnt to the ground
Why do what ya do
If it's not what's believed
If you work so hard
And don't get what's perceived
Shouldn't pride hold precedence
Over fortune and fame?
To some it doesn't matter
It's just winning the game
