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Its sick to tell what shit you've experience all your life,
You tell then how bad it is,
You talk about it and get so pissed,
All your life you've been dissed,
You complain about what you missed,
You write it all down in a list.
Let me tell you my life was not easy either,
Just say that I came pass as a surviour,
I told myself never to be a liar,
Even if I had to I had to say it pior,
With explaination,
How I did it was with imagination,
A beautiful part of life is called presentation~~~~~
The first time I worked is when I vowed never to have no money again,
Living on earth can be such a pain,
I now it sounds lame,
But everyone's life is not the same,
Some came out tame,
Don't look really nice,
Simple and plain,
While some others can be so vain.
I had to do something for myself,
Sit there and pray,
Few months later I would go stray,
but HEY!
You got no right to complain if you play and play,
You missed a big part of your life,
And before you know it,
Your hair has turned grey.
For people can change,
If I had to live my life with my lousy F******* attitude,
If i faced myself in the mirror and I puke.
Complain about the bad people that passed in your life,
Thank the ones that brought you pride,
That way however is not really right.
If not for the bad,
I could not see myself exploding in the face of the people,
Quitting the habit wasn't simple,
I can't see myself doing that till I get wrinkles,
So I had to get rid even if it cost my dimples,
NOT!
I'm just trying to illustrate,
Life can change for the better,
Or the worse,
Sit at home do nothing expect yourself to burst,
Life's a play,
Sometimes you need to reharse,
If you get it wrong,
However you can't get time to reverse,
Practise makes perfect,
Unbreak the curse.