LIFE is IT
Living out of bags
Going from friends to friends
When Life gets this bad
When It ends, It ends
You put the buzzed to the side
Cause you know they've lost your mind
And the world says you lost
So you get tossed to the side
When It, rains It pours
When It came It forced
No stranger to anger, rage and wars
Truth is I came to soar
No more gettin' into ditches stitches
Pains and soars
When Life is It, change your course.
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