Life
Life is what you make it.
Its all for the taking.
Never mind how much your making.
Nowadays its a lot of faking.
You could live a picture perfect life.
Depends on who's painting. In life there's a lot of debating.
Life sometimes could be aching.
Depends on the obsatcles your facing.
Sometimes i feel alive sometimes i dont.
In the end all i have is hope, i prefer to be broke
than alone in a mansion on dope.
One thing in life about tables they always turn.
When will you learn. Be grimey you'll get your burn.
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