A perfect life roses.
Isnt dat wot dey say?
Amazing, Devine, Wonderful, Complete,
All dai everdai.
But realli nd truly, How many of our lives are roses?
Weve all had som kind of struggle rite?
Weve all felt som kind of pain rite?
Its hard to hide d hurt inside an pluck up d courage to move on
D struggle, d strive to survive an provide for ourselvs wen all d hope is full-gone.
Som of us suffer in silence,
While othas mite like to flash dere diamondz
Showin off dere goods,
While were here buryin our hedz unda hoodz,
And Y?..
Coz OUR lifes ain roses.
All we can do is fantasize, An hide our tru feelinz inside
But, my my my wud it b a surprise if i cud jus wake up whun dai an realize dat.. My life is gud.
My life cud b roses, But how?
When i find myself askin dat same ol' question, Y?
Y dis, Y dat, Y d otha,
Tho i wos once told by anotha, To have faith.
Dont focus yhur mind too much, On d negativ
Jus becoz im gettin a little too Usd, To fingz goin d opposit of wot iBelieve is great.
So open yhur eyez to d positivs in life an soon enuff yhu will c..
Dat yhur life can b roses, too.
