Rap Of Life

born into middle class-family program
will fall to pieces 80%
are we not all two feet tall?
what are we anyway
angryway anyway?
fill oxygene with water,
bone and animal flesh
but helps you no more:
an emotional heart-core.
are we not all 2 feet tall?
here we are!
this is the rap of life
where truth is god
or might be not
just emotional hard-core.
lifestyle is no saviour
it's just a bridge over tschernobyl water
there's moments and news
flying on hope & dream-airways
but crashes the sooner
we help it to fly.
sensitive brain, furious temper
train for the brain
makes us hope high
yes we are, rest is a dream & Jean Satre is steam
here we are!
this is the rap of life
where truth is god
or might be not
and the truth might be god
(or might be not)
one thing is clear:
it lies nowhere near our fear.
might ambition be deep
might our light as mighty come true
but I believe in hope
maybe it sounds
contrabounds
but if it helps you no more
just be emotional hardcore.
here we are!
this is the rap of life
where truth is god
or might be not
here we are!
this is the rap of life