Life is a struggle
With no rebuttal
That has become a puddle
It's growth is not subtle
There is no huddle
There is only one man
With the mic in their hand
There are many storms
That precipitate from many ideas
That rain on many different venues
Disastrous man made hurricanes
That destroy numerous villages
Life is a struggle
With no rebuttal
That has become a puddle
It's growth is not subtle
There is no huddle
There is only one man
With the mic in their hand
Now entertain us
It will get our minds
off of it
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