About the success of my friends.
You're judged by the company that you keep,
And they rub off on you in the end.
It's a phenomenon how people with clout,
Somehow crossed paths when they were still no one.
Okay, mom, I know that just because you have fame,
You're not a better type of person.
But that's what I want. Doesn't everyone?
Because with fame usually comes money.
It just seems like the easiest route to take,
Not to say that I am lazy.
You see, it's alright,
I've worked hard and I'll work hard again.
I just want to work hard at things I like,
And to leave the other things to other persons.
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