It isn't all about being
happy and smiling,
loving and thrilling.

It's about survival!

Can you go on,
after life has dumped upon?
I was slammed dunked,
still being slammed dunked,
this is my life!

My happiness doesn't come from,
joyous activities acting upon,
having it made in the shade,
lying in the pool of life paid.

My happiness comes from my miseries,
the way I handle my controversies.
I don't throw in my hand,
or quite the band,
when life makes its difficult demand.

I flip the coin,
and still get going.
My lifes been so messed up,
I should be crying everyday,
instead I smile anyway.
I don't let circumstances,
ruin my life romances.

Here's the formula,

Suppose to be sad,
I patch ass and be glad,
Suppose to be negative,
I go positive,
suppose to be dead,
I come alive,
just the way
I survive.

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