Life Is Lovely

I put my best foot forward on the page

The stage I write on is mistaken for rage

I’m relaxed and laid back, a humble cat

I listen keenly, so I can eviscerate rats

Struggles made me the man I have become

I’m dying filthy rich, you won’t measure the sum

The hustle I possess never stops

The timing is impeccable, its not on any clock

I’m harder than a rock, the haters mock

Money is nice, but I’d rather have the queens flock

The greatest gifts are everlasting and priceless

The visions in my mind are the nicest

Most say they love the lord

But worship an undertaker, who disconnects the cord

Secretly, they want what they don’t deserve

The truth stands still–I have racks on reserve


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