I had to make believe,
And make myself believe.
I had disown the belief of failure.
I had to believe to achieve.
Now I'm making them all believe.
It becomes real, when they see it.
I was drinking grape juice for communion and breaking bread with my people.
Good money was our desire.
Now are needs are met.
I would finish my sentence with bet, if they didn't believe I was getting it.
Now I'm redeemed with a meal ticket.
On the way to a million digits.
Breaking bread like we feed pigeons.
Stacking bread is my religion.
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