chicken soup for the... well it's more like broth, that's rhymey

sometimes it all seems gray and all the seers-say is shit is fucked, you got no easy way out, you squeezin your last bit of luck, all you need today more bills to pay without the bigger bucks, but-bitterness is-dangerous, 'll leave you crushed like litter trucks, so don't give in or give it up, you got strong will, so give a fuck, just give it all and bring the pain, until you find your wind again, a healthy mind will mend again, with laughter made its medicine, and structure, faith and discipline, so much to gain, so play to win, and play it smart, don't be the fool, the knocks are hard in every school, and every part of every place, and everybody's in this race, scramblin' for their finish line, gamblin' with their very lives, outta breath, til death, so if you amblin' then you wasting time, so whether shit is gray or black, you gotta stick it, stay on track, though solid ground the seas surround, takes more than an ocean to break your back,