stereotyped- scarred for life stigmata but still a man has to get his dollar dive deep in the murky water of service and humility, sailors know that's where the jewelry is and Life's gems- and Life's treasures- and Death's life- and Death's pleasures- so be fearless, no second thought is needed- you should know your soul is eternally bound to a life in... in... infinity....
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why fear a look down just ignore their frowns, they're clowns- they know the dirt comes off they know you are strong, you scare them coz you are tough and you dare too much and you dare be bold they know the glitter beneath your pain is gold
Maya thought right: 'from the dirt, I rise' why not keep it simple so you don't pay the price the old ones shrug it off saying, 'they only want your life' they say 'it's nothing'
but you know what? it's something, who wants to live trapped, caged, feeling dead inside
smiles you must know can never beget dimples grace you must know honors the humble
who needs praise? since I am done, i thank you for reading now hurry along please be gone they are waiting