Be Alive
• Written by Materialkoolo
I don't eat shit on the fly
Don't ask me why
Yo mom's whack pussy
All wet never dry
Like a queen of the beehive
I've got issues, no tissues
to wipe away the tears,
I feel misused
But it's okay crying won't bring her back
It's a fact, why would anything I do bring my love back
Running away is an option
Or maybe this is all fiction
It's an addiction
It's my mission, I'm livin'
with much ambition
that I keep wishin'
to keep breathin'
see the reflection
give me direction
on this lonely path
all I see is furious opposition
The pain keep seepin'
through the hole in my heart
Normal people won't feel it
but some would say that it's art
There's a spark
Play your part
Don't restart
Make your mark
Among the greats
in history
Give your aid
to the needy
And be free
With your family
No amount of money,
or fancy cars, or Jewelry,
Will determine your place
in society
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About the Artist
Materialkoolo
Member since April 8 2015