Focus On You
I got no chill
I may sometimes kill
The people who still
Wanna take the suicide pill.
Well everyone is a dude
Who knows to be rude
But that's not a thing
Rather than a cringe.
Many loose their mind
Like this present mankind
But I don't find
Who isn't blind.
Many people still diss
With a cruel kiss
But here is what you miss
The nature's bliss!!
So carry on your own
As the people with their phone
And be like a clown
Let your success make them blown!!
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