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Rethink Life (Yours Is Way Better)
It was natural but yet still I never appreciated nature
Life is evil but that can only be felt when spelt backwards
I counted the seconds till the day I'll make life's departure
Thinking about that day as I lay on my king size cardboard
There was no hope in this world; I fed on the beggers' crumbs
I wish I could make a home somewhere around the dump site
And at least have friends around like rats and frogs
Their squeaking and croaking wont make me miss my sight
This is the life I know but I know its beautiful out there
Who should I blame for three limbs, both ears and an ear
This is the life that would make you wonder whether there are deities
I may have known that as a result of intellectual development but still yet very much uncertain
Death is supposed to be the only option for things to get better
But when it gets colder and the thunder rumbles, I always swaddled
One can be thankful if I was a specie of slavery
Gutters on the back from severe throbing is all an element of bravery
I was wondering when I die where was I going
Was I going to be buried or left there for maggots to feed on?
Do I have a family out there who for my condition got me abandoned?
My condition has not even made me good enough to be used as a lab specimen.
What is your story, do u hate your home for not living in storied buildings?
Do life suck, are you fed up with all the good things you do that people fail to realize?
Do you hate your parents, do u sometimes want to kill your siblings?
You may want to rethink after hearing the story of a partly deaf, homeless blind man who is paralyzed.
Life is evil but that can only be felt when spelt backwards
I counted the seconds till the day I'll make life's departure
Thinking about that day as I lay on my king size cardboard
There was no hope in this world; I fed on the beggers' crumbs
I wish I could make a home somewhere around the dump site
And at least have friends around like rats and frogs
Their squeaking and croaking wont make me miss my sight
This is the life I know but I know its beautiful out there
Who should I blame for three limbs, both ears and an ear
This is the life that would make you wonder whether there are deities
I may have known that as a result of intellectual development but still yet very much uncertain
Death is supposed to be the only option for things to get better
But when it gets colder and the thunder rumbles, I always swaddled
One can be thankful if I was a specie of slavery
Gutters on the back from severe throbing is all an element of bravery
I was wondering when I die where was I going
Was I going to be buried or left there for maggots to feed on?
Do I have a family out there who for my condition got me abandoned?
My condition has not even made me good enough to be used as a lab specimen.
What is your story, do u hate your home for not living in storied buildings?
Do life suck, are you fed up with all the good things you do that people fail to realize?
Do you hate your parents, do u sometimes want to kill your siblings?
You may want to rethink after hearing the story of a partly deaf, homeless blind man who is paralyzed.
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