livin becomes a prison how we dwellin in hell//
we were tought to follow da system but we tend to rebell//
live ya own life open ya eyes to the truth//
be yaself don't waste ya health people savor ya youth//
wether booth or in a book how ever u decide to ride//
theres only one life to live don't let dat life pass u by//
cuz wen u die u gotta look back at da past//
look god in da eyes, will he allow u to pass//
and so i ask by the end will u last//
or will u fall cuz u failed to rebell and create ya own path//
it aint math, i don't really tend to mass//
but i know at da end of the track imma look back and laugh//
have fun with ya childhood be a man wen u can//
u got a whole life to prove u a man, make a stand//
im like an early egg that cracked out of god's hands//
cuz i aint need a teacher to trully understand god's plan//
guess i was dealt this hell of a hand so wuts truly left//
lifes parrallel so i carried a little bit of heaven in my left//
now dats two sides see heaven and hell divide//
now dats two choices two voices gonna talk to u inside//
now u decide is it life or death so much stress, the choice is so complex//
i can't stress the path to follow but i'll let u borrow//
u can end it 2day or live to see a 2morrow//
is life worth livin with all this sorrow//
you'll never know till ride it out and see ya tommorow//
if life was a book then it's covered in dust//
pages are torn scripts are ripped, only turn da page if u must//
all u see is darkness surrounded by light//
till u reach then end of the book and discover ya life...

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