Spinning and toiling with the thought that life is funny,
how you can be so stable and have the ground ripped out from underneath.
At least I have a home and job, at least I am not in the streets,
the struggles I go through now feel so minuscule and discreet.
People in this world are always suffering defeat,
Im happy that I live my life knowing I'll always eat.
Knowing at any time I could buy me new sheets,
So why do I boil over life when there is no heat.
You take everything for granted when everything in life's planted
and it's only for you and hangs around like a winter flu,
before it's realized that control, talent and strength all come from inside.