There
is no short cut to wealth
The
sooner we learn the better for us
It
has to come through the ranks
Like
it or not this is the way it is
The
crooked ways will lead
The
stars will shine for a while
The
atmosphere of beauty
It
never lasts the distance
Once
the fall hit the road
The
gate of hell will be opened
The
shame will be known
The
names will be spoken
Where
to hide?
When
the prison life is over?
The
social stigma will stay
Maybe
an escape to another place
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