Could Be Worse

From the cradle to the grave are we able to be made

Cause we ain't really stable as we say, as many channels as your cable will display

The programming is a fable in your brain. Do you follow your soul or just a narrative

The illusion of choice is non-comparative. Take a breath when the error's there and cherish it

When you project there's a mirror better staring in. I say these babies never knew just where our parents went

Some got hooked in a pipe and now they share a tent. Cleaning your windows, asking if you could spare a cent

Or if you could spare a lighter, or spare a cig. See I was pressed, not the mop in the ring

The shoes could only fit the feet that really walk as a king. I had to raise myself

You see my pops was a fiend, a loose end, so I had to tie the knot to my seat

Life is hard, but it could be worse. And sometimes you gotta put the good things first