the gist of it

The gist of it

 

 

 

 

One day I’ll be down on my luck
The next I’ll be high on my post
But right now, who gives a f**k?
I’m not really here to boast

 

You don’t know me
But that could change
Yes, my exteriors all you can see
You could look me in the eyes, but you’re out of my range

 

Death is something we all deal with
And we all fear about rotting away
I say don’t sweat it an inch
Celebrating seeing God when your body decays