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Living cent.

When nobody believed in me. Grand mama did. She is the light of nation to me. And a monad that can't be taken from me. She's a laden of ambitions. When everything weren't for me. Hustling on the streets of Lwakaka. That even the juve had no space for me. Bitter lemon was left for me. Long live the living cent. That I grew up against all odds.

◄ Boy from Lwakaka

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