Destiny
We all grow up in different household
One that's hold and cold
Our memory began to fold
It started out as a stroll
Digging underground like a mole
Then we started to hop around like a toad
Trying to get little bit of this gold
We all face different things in life
Like having a wife looking to Christ
Keeping our self hidden like mice
Or having a mark for life
It is something to keep us in place
Like a bird locked in a cage
All we can do is build up our rage
And let it all loose on happy days
There are those who are born in royalty
And those that are born in poverty
We consider that our destiny
Everyone have different faith
It could have been great
Or could have been straight
But we all have one thing in common
That is our destiny to die
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