Bad Things Happen
In the womb, I'm whole and healthy and soundMy brain gets short circuited upon my birth
When next I wake, I have athetoid cerebral palsy
When I'm three, I'm playing out back
I get a headache and go to fix it
The sitter's asleep and I do it myself
I take an overdose of aspirin
And fall to the bathroom floor
In the hospital they put the IV in wrong
Instead of pumping fluids
It's drawing out my blood
When I'm ten we move from New York
To someplace called California
When I get there, I get a teacher
Who doesn't like me, suddenly I'm immature
I get held back to repeat the fifth grade
And that's when life really spirals downward
Both grandfather's die, six months apart
My senior year of high school is rocked
Three classmates and friends also expire
My closest friends and I are nearly drawn
Into a gang fight with 30 hispanics
Then when I'm 28, I break my right leg
In a motorbike accident, both bones in half
Riding home on all Hallow's eve night
From a church function, that is my plight
My headlight goes out and I clip a flatbed
Illegally parked on the side of the road
But somehow it was my fault
Boy, what a life to lead
Seems like everything happens to me
Some big things and some small
Feels like life has it in for me
Cause now I have full blown diabetes
But I know that in the end
God has it all worked out someway, somehow
At least that's hope, my prayer
At least it is today
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