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I found gold in my garden one day...

So I do my garden work from day to day
And I barely get laid or even represent a shade
I gotta get paid but I've wasted my life
I'm not blind but I been on the rise and capture my high
I've been lonesome with nothing but fifteen cents
Then one day the stress all seemed like a current event
So I read this article in the new York times
And the author suggested I provide a lense for my eyesite
And I traveled back to my garden
And started digging the roots like a possum
Soon as I realized I had to finish this quick
Like neslee except I ain't no chocolate milk
And inside those structures was a rock made of gold
I quickly raced to the climax in a world frozen by the cold
My soul excascerbated as my engagement with riches
Has got my mind flabbergasted by the talent inside my mixes