Yo Bodey you're right brodie, all this "woe is me" poetry
Is like a rope around my neck that's been dragging and owning me
Feels like the whole world against me but I'm only subject to my own critique
Man, I'm only 25 I've yet to dig a hole for my hopes and dreams
Positive energy is all it costs, the only fare for fun
And though I've fallen it's just another story for the snare and drums
I live another day to smile and put some air in lungs
Merriment awaits, blind to the bs like i stared at the Sun
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