Here's the facts:
We are in an unpredictable world.
Anything can happen to you at almost any time.
you can be lying in bed and a whole mountain might slide down on you, just as it did not to long ago in one of the foreign countries to the natives of this village. Here in Baltimore, shoot out city, you could end up being a victim of crime. This one lady was laying in her bed when these juveniles rolled a jeep through her bedroom and killed her.
No, they didn't drive it, they pushed it on purpose. Silly right?
It would have been nice if they would have felt sorry for the life before they took it. At least she would still be alive. I tell you what, feel sorry for me, pity me, better that than to take my life or f with me and make me take yours.
I pity myself for being in such a crazy unpredictable world, God or no God. What I finally realized is, I'm here, so I'd better make the best of it. So I do.
I don't run around living in fear.
You might as well be dead if you allow yourself to live in fear. Being afraid to live isn't much fun.
Now for my pity party:
I use to feel like this,
"I don't want no one feeling sorry for me,"
hell I was too dumb to feel sorry for my own behind. Not anymore. I'd rather feel sorry for myself than to run around being this big macho jerk, thinking I'm some type of superman or something, then find out the hard way that I'm not.
I feel sorry for myself in this crazy mixed up world. Yes! I didn't voluteer to come here. I was elected. Or you can say I came from some sexual action of my parents. However you want to put it. I'm here. Live and in living color.
On to the pity party:
My wife and I are so independent and strong, other weaker family members and friends can't stand us. They hate the fact that we're not running around begging and borrowing like they are. So they try to make our lives miserable. Even the simple ass neighbors. One of them asked my wife, "don't your husband need help doing that?" My wife told her, "no my husband works alone. That's right for as long as I can! People are a pain in the ass at times. So I've learned to be a lone Ranger.
Jealous friends and family members harass us on our phones, they tear up our yard, scratch up my new cars and Lord knows what else.
They've really pushed us in a corner because of their jealousy and envy.
I tell you folks this. I've been pushed so far, I don't give a dam if someone pities me or feels sorry for me. Just as long as you leave me and mine the hell alone. I'd rather for you to pity or feel sorry for me than to keep on f-ing with me, making me want to hurt you.
Give me pity,
rather than making me feel sh-ty.
I'll take it,
and want fake it.
Just leave me and mine the hell alone,
then we want have to pick the bone.
Overcome, adapt, improvise!