Life has its ways of kicking you
when you’re already down.
When you’ve already made a fool of yourself..
Rest assured.. life still holds the means
of making you feel like even more of a clown.

But as I lay there.. tired and beaten,
disillusioned and defeated in my bed..
I still hold the means
of keeping life from getting to my head.
I still have my ways
of keeping life from smothering
the fire in my heart.
I take the shit it throws at me
and turn it into art.
So no matter what absurd misfortunes may befall me..
I still get to walk away and keep my dignity intact.

It is the humble bargain I agreed to with the wicked one..
Our little, lowkey, on the down low, wickedly unholy pact.
So long as I allow the wily, witty, wicked one
still run the show inside my brain,
I hold the will and strength to get me through
the toughest battles life may throw my way..
And still see a glimmer of sunshine..
Even through the thickest rain.