How come life can be a stream of endless troubles?
all u hoped for - gone, dreams blew up like bubbles
u feel like under the rubbles of a collapsed edifice
cannot move ur limbs, please grant me moral benefice
life shalt unfold into a involved complicated thesis
u try to walk it but u confined to wheelchair n u wear prothsesis
then u wanna utter G..(od) but u stumble
"paraplegic" religion crumble, "no GOD" u mumble
Do for yourself, count on "I", plea no support
Fuck God, its the lot of the dead to try to establish "spiritual rapport"
Hold ur fort n cast a retort in every competetive sport
Till u fade, remember life's perilous like a run on a blade