Karma, damn...
its a son of a gun
once u think lifes great,
it takes away da fun,
da luck u once had
is now a memory,
now u cant stop thinkn
how dis happen 2 me?
its like karma is alive
jus waitin 2 stirke,
like thinkn u paid ya bill
den dey come cut off ya lights,
its so unexpected, random,
but sumtin you cant avoid,
it has a permenant place in life
jus waitn 2 fill a void,
all u hav 2 do, is make
a decision, dat wasn't right,
dats when karma gets a
chance to enter the fight,
and karma is strong...
so u aint winnin da war,
jus live ya life right..
u wont deal wit it no more
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