Eternal Poetry (Rap)

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A guy is trying to rise from his grave, give them a surprise

Fortune gave him nothing, except sunset and sunrise

The greats roam in his mind, he tries to surmise

How he would make it big but stay cool and nice

Want a slice of fame or wealth but his hair's got lice

Why do some have the right to dream and believe and achieve

While others must stay silent through the night?

They say who's stopping you, go and struggle if you want profit X2

So what if you were born broke, I am sure you can make it thru

The rich kids don't need to work as much, I wish I could sue them

Laziness is an affliction of wealth and modern life, leading us to ruin

Yet I see people working hard to survive, and others got nothing to do in life

I don't get what's going on in this world and don't know how to help make it right

Sometimes I feel like I don't exist and all I have got is my sight

And words to rearrange over and over to throw light on what I spite

Wonder what I'll get by making the world see what I see

I doubt I'll ever get paid for it, that's just a dream I need to unsee

In the hopeless night when I feel like to scream

At the powerlessness of my actions, my mind and my body

Which is tearing my soul at its seams.