The price
It take one more push,
Like a cardiac massage.
It needs a heart waking,
But the price is too high,
For it take a life to wake up.
Human at shame,
In fear we utter that we love,
In peace we water seeds of pride.
Why we remember fam n bloods,
Once somebody is taken from us?
Ibuka them messages you skip,
Calls you hung'up several times.
Plots you skipped on Fridays,
It all counts when files're compiled.
Love isn't occasional. No it ain't.
Life is like a guesthouse, by a high way.
We stay for a couple days and leave.
Be grateful for whoever inside,
Because each is a part of the other.
Strive to love, pride pays in regret.
Tomorrow is an untold story,
Today is a gift and this moment,
Is all we have so be and stay sober.
Play well your tarot don't get asleep,
For it take a life to wake up.
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