We all live this thing called life/
She is one harsh B!+©h/
Such a volatile mixture of success, lessons and strife/

She takes her time to set you up/
Making it easy to knock you down/
Confusing you will the philosophy of a half empty or full cup/

Once you get a grasp on things you smile/
Life lets you think you that you won/
But give it a minute life will strike back with style/

It’s like this B!+©h has a frigid vendetta/
She needs you to stumble before you stand/
So she shot you point blank with Beretta/

Damn life is one harsh B!+©h/
One that we all fight to live/
She teaches us the difference of wealth and rich/

The harsh B!+©h is our first gift, greatest curse/
Because no matter how harsh we crave to live her/
So be grateful because it could be a lot worse/

Poetic Ice
Just venting about that chick life, but still ready to conquer the next day