Death

Death is not an option, it's your destiny, But why suit up in boxing gears and try to fight, He won't throw a single punch but you throw many, He watches you beat yourself as you swing with all your might, Then just one touch from him then you dies, You will end up like everyone else, no matter your wealth, Everyday someone dies, they all drop like flies, Because death cares about no one but himself, Death waits on nobody, So why should we wait on him, Let's enjoy life fully, Bursting with fun like a big zit, Let's not have too much fun and play with death, Like joining a gang and selecting a gun, Getting high on weed or smoking meth, That's when death laughs and have his fun, We're all on the same side, let's join hands, Hold on to life tight, squeezing her palm, As we all see death has no fans, He's hot as hell, were cool (pun) and he's warm......