If You Must Eat Shit, Make It Tough.

You’ve got a damn good reason to complain

But you don’t.

You could whine and bitch about your pain

But you won’t.

Because that pain builds muscle.

Which is needed for any hustle

Through the hurtin’ shat storm called life.

Life ain’t always plight but

If you ain’t got it right

It spanks both day and night

Life’ll choke you out.

You can kick and shout.

Maybe flail about.

Cause if you ain’t made your muscle

It don’t matter how much you hustle.

Life will hurt you ’til you cry,

That’s no lie.