Limits something fought limits

 

Lives fail you raw

 

Feast enough

 A heart, starved for purpose and grace,

Finds enough in a peaceful embrace.

Not in riches or fame,

But a meaningful aim,

To fill life's true empty space.

Violence growth happiness with

 

Sell relationship threat wind

 

Ground baby

Yo, the ground is the giver, the ultimate source,

Wealth ain't just paper, it follows a course.

Birthed from the dirt, where the harvest takes hold,

Or dug from the earth, stories ancient and old.

From fields rich and green, where the sunshine gonna gleam,

To deep underground, da miner's tuff dream.

So next time you be thinking 'bout fortune and gain,

It takes real grit, through sunshine and rain.

The rest?  

That's just be re-arrangin'.

Death so all mongers