In another life
in another life I am not rabbit or a poet
they treat me like I'm a product or machine
they build a cage around me against my will
they don't want me to be me or to be free
they only want what I have to offer for gain
that's why here, I am rabbit and just a poet
because I'm a person and not a meal ticket
sharing my gift is my greatest joy and passion
but being used and surrounded by fake people
it wears on my soul and I can't handle it
what good is a gift if you do not share it?
all of the stress and pressure, the expectations
a tiger cannot change his stripes but I'm more
than just what they see me as,.. in another life