Break the Bad Day

Life is full of uncertainties

Pull the knife out my back because its hurtin' me.

Look at your friends, find out whose the real one

Look up, burned my eyes its the real sun.

Back to back bad days

Its so sad to sad but ok.

I feel the music calling my way

Walk over that's it, it's a better day.

From the break to the dance, No.

Its the Bboy I call home.

When life curves it left, you dance right

There goes a theft, but its out of sight.

So remember this little thing

Just dance when the music begins to sing

and all your problems will disappear

and you'll feel better and know what I mean.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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