All given one life
We all live it differently
Some stay forever blind
Some blessed with mad epiphanies
If some have to lose
At the gain of one’s victory
I guess we can’t be mad
At the records of history

Funny how the little things
Can ruin your day
But equally funny how
The little things can make it as well
How I can be in a sour mood
Until I eat a beef quesarito burrito from Taco Bell
It ain’t hard to tell
There’s a difference
Bеtween Men and boys
Women and girls
Between thе nobodies
And the somebodies
Of this world
Mr. Krabs love Pearl
But he also loves the moolah
At the age where I can chase the younger girls
But also be chasing some of the cute nunahs
How some are destined to be Ryu
But they fantasize about being Akuma
Arbitrary or things of substance
Single bachelors in their 40s
Or a happy husband
I wasn’t
Shit until
I gave up the ways of mean mugging
And dumb thugging
Pretty girl with a bird brain
What’s to say
Of me that still want her
How we tell these fairy tales
Of a knight in shining armor
But how we never consider
How this may harm her
How I’m smarter
Than these dumbfucks
But still got tendencies of a fool
How I’ll always think
The drugs are cool
And how I never want to go back to school
Get me a Master’s
Shit… what’s the point
They’ll never want to hire a homophobe
That is reluctant to join
Their side, which they proudly claim as allies
Shall I
Live the rest of my life being a fascination
Asian persuasion with the temptation
That’ll make even the snow bunnies be curious
Sad how it’s only when I talk my shit
And stop being kind
The world takes me as serious