meh

failure only appears to those who run to greet it
success presents to those who want to have it
live in your present, shape your own future



LAWLAWL HERE IS A SONG I WROTE WHILE I WAS STONING AT THE BACKGATE
SOUNDS BETTER IN TUNE I ASSURE YOU NOT

Hobos
I have no home,
I live on the street.
I have no clothes.
I pee where I eat.

My children have abandoned me
In China refuge they seek
Lonely life, I lead
In bathroom even cats they peek

Mother! Why have you left me,
even before I was born
You ripped open your womb,
flung me into the pond...

*insert uhh. tambourine solo*

Chorus! (No, srsly, you have to say 'Chorus!' preferably short and sharp)
Hobo I am
Hobo we all are
Aren't we all lacking a true home
God bless Obama

*repeat chorus*

I have no genitalia
They were sold for a McChicken.
Two dollars my balls seem worth
Luckily I did not sell Mr. Dicken

My house is a box I found somewhere secluded
I sleep on a mattress of rocks and weed
Don't go beyond the red line
That's where I've always peed

Mother! Why have you left me,
even before I was born
You ripped open your womb,
flung me into the pond...

Chorus!
Hobo I am
Hobo we all are
Aren't we all lacking a true home
God bless Obama

*massive sitar solo + celebrated rapper says 'Hey' so i can put (feat NizzleNuggets) on the song title and get lots of cash and bling mobrutha*

HO!
BO!
HOHO!
BOBO!
Merry Christmas, fools

*outro- electric trumpet + harmonica with Gamelan backing*

Written by: Me
Improvised by: Me
Instrumentals: Still not done.