Blessed (Clean Version)

Way up I feel blessed.

I grew up normal I guess

Parents and teachers

Never been featured

Getting a good education

While staying patient

From Jamaica to Greece

I feel that my life is not complete

I need to see more 

Not end up eating off the floor

I'm not trying to rap

But making it through life without a  map

They say life is what you make it

Full of discovery and adventures

All we need is opportunities

Chances

Eminem says we only get one shot

But he must have forgot

We are not robots

We are humans that live and breathe

Incapsulated underneath this dome

But still allowed to roam

Let see how far we can go

Forever and ever we shall never know

Keep making it a mess

Because way up we are blessed

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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