I've been picking myself up for years,
it's that or the suffering and tears.
Some people think I'm this big happy person cause I smile and laugh quite a bit,
preach positivety,
and refuse to listen to negativity.

My butts been beat so,
I almost didn't know which way to go!
I was headed straight for the ground,
then I figured anything was better than the dog pound. 
The lower my attitude got,
the more my butt was in the jackpot.
I was like an aIRPLANE diving down,
nothing to hit but the hard ground.

Let me tell you people something and this is serious,
and it almost makes me furious!

If you don't pull your ass out of the dive,
you might not be alive,
and this isn't no fu-king jive!

I pulled myself out of the droop,
now I'm out of the chicken coop,
and my life didn't turn to poop!
So now you have the real scoop.

Nothing on the bottom,
but the bottom!

You in a dive,
you got to have the courage to keep alive,
do better than just exist!
Fight this life with a strong fist.

Call it positivity,
or longivity,
or whatever,
your word of endeavor.

Choice,
with a strong voice.

Blink!

I normally might say gone,
but gone reminds me too much of being dead,
so instead,
I'll say,
seeya another day!

For real,
all you sad ass people better take a chill pill,
I'm out for a thrill,

I been there!
No fun,
no fun,
no fun,
no fun,
No fun,
stay there your ass maybe done!

G