inasmuch we have a choice not to
to awoken to a hammer everyday stuck to your neck,
given to choose between life and death
and you go about choosing to breath with the misery and sorrow it brings
less joy sometimes
when death brings zilch but rest
the sole time a man gets to never open eyes, the trauma behind
is having a burden you can't hide
open clearly to every man's eyes
when food goes down the throat like hot charcoal forcing its way to necessary tubes, as implied
to awoken to a hammer everyday stuck to your neck
when 'un chooses life over death
as though being under the sun brings a man's need to the table
when brushing your teeth all you do
is hold that toothbrush tight
close enough to your teeth
the ankle from where you breath hard
but still choose to have your heart beating all the colds
for life passes by like the wind
to blow you of your good mind
leaving no direction
you got this!!
is the baby motivation you have carried in your heart just so you learn to smile
I don't fancy you regret your past
I don't fancy you sit down and do zilch
I don't fancy you cry all the time
I don't fancy you make noise around
sit down and drink the good soup
life is good sometimes
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