After many trials and errors,
Bills needed to be paid,
Can it be easy to live in this world of terror?
Denying such responsibilities,
Exciting one’s life could be.
Failures sees opportunities,
Goodies just out of reach.
Hell this must be,
Idolize uselessness,
Juggling for purpose and rightnesses.
Keep what’s right,
Losers only keep what’s wrong.
Many rather choose what’s better,
No one wants to think what’s bitter.
Oh no, the world is now divided!
People disagree with one another.
Questions aren’t raised,
Robbed of true answers.
Seriously, are we insane?
The toll is unbelievable.
Use what’s needed to be done.
Value is very much gone.
Winners take the long road.
X-Ray shows dedication and realness.
You’ll regret fake loads.
Zero issues to accomplish your success.
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Bass Man Eddie
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